"Yao Li, let go of my hand!"
"No! I won't let go~!"
——At that time, we were all playing and joking. I just want to keep doing this.
"Yao Li, let go!"
"Okay! Okay! Just let it go!"
——When will we all be indifferent to each other? Struggling to escape the pain.
Leaves fall on the left hand and bloom on the right hand.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
However, after the leaves fall, will they really bloom again?
Everything is unknown...