Waiting for the alfalfa flowers to bloom, waiting for happiness and hope, but they are long overdue. I still vaguely remember that the flower language of purple alfalfa that blooms in May is "happiness and hope". The beautiful flower...
"This must be Alfalfa. I haven't seen it for many years. I really can't recognize it."
"Hello," the alienation in his tone was obvious, "I'm Ye Zixiao."
"Am I just going to let you avoid me?" I'm finally back, Ye Zixiao, don't you have nothing to say to me? Is this all there is between us?
Conception: