When the Flowers Fall and Spring Dies, Neither Knows

"Brother Cheng." Yu Jianyou performed a proper-looking bow. "It's been many days. I've missed you dearly."

Those familiar eyes and brows seemed to be right before him. All he had to do was reach out and embrace him. But when he actually reached out, it was already too late.

Did we let something slip away? Spring was drawing to a close, and everything was about to become the past. Cheng Rui deeply regretted losing a love he had never treasured.