April in the rain.
She picked her up like a kitten at the intersection of Jiangnan Alley.
From then on, she stepped into her life and theirs, listening, experiencing, and telling.
She told about her unbearable past and listened to their different stories, sad or happy, and her heart became sunny or rainy accordingly.
When I was young, I didn't know what love was. I only knew that when I love with all my heart, I can even give up my life.
She loved bravely, and them, and her whom she loved.
But after all, he is too young, has had too many unbearable experiences and fate, and has a past that cannot be erased.
In the face of love or dislike, neither the left nor the right hand knows how to choose.
Only the shepherd's purse flowers in October are still silently chanting a song of lovesickness.