The sun is setting.
A man in a white robe walks alone among the waist-high chrysanthemums, caressing the tender petals beside him from time to time.
Looking around, the chrysanthemum garden seems to stretch to meet the sunset.
"Hide here." He whispered, and a dark shadow appeared behind him,
If it weren't for the delicate shadow on the chrysanthemum, I'm afraid the world would think she was the man's ghost.
"You want to live here, right?" Yan Nian curled her lips as she looked at him nodding. Perhaps the only pleasure she had in her life was guessing Yan Xi's thoughts, no matter how big or small, she simply wanted to know what Yan Xi would do. She jumped forward and said, "Just stay here. Of course I won't leave here."
Yan Xi looked at her black figure wandering in the chrysanthemum garden,
He suddenly had the urge to tell her to go away.
He stroked his eyebrows and walked forward with a sigh.
This man's name is Yan Xi.
The woman named Yan Ni is here.
Childhood sweethearts.
Everyone has their own agenda.