"Melancholy, colorful clouds are flying, and the blue sky is falling. There are no albizia flowers in sight, and the acacia tree is empty.
It's always time to say goodbye, and it's time to tell the truth. They were sentenced to the longest night, and they were tired of the rain. "
The clear and clear children's voice sounded melodiously, attracting people's ears like an oriole emerging from the valley.
Who would have known that this graceful and sad word would actually become a prophecy...
An unexpected encounter in a foreign country quickly changed the fate of him and her, who had once been "riding a bamboo horse, riding around the bed to make green plum blossoms", sparking a splendid romantic spark.
Who could have expected that a disaster would come suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, causing her to fall into a deep valley? Who would have expected that her heart would turn to ashes...