It's autumn again.
The sycamore leaves broke free from the shackles of the tree, like beautiful yellow butterflies, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind.
Ye Yun stepped onto the golden carpet carefully, fearing to disturb the group of flying butterflies. Finally she came to the bench. Ye Yun breathed a sigh of relief and sat down with relief.
Suddenly she felt dizzy and fell backward involuntarily. . . . . .
Dimly, she saw two people walking towards her, closer, closer! It's them! She believed that they had all forgiven her, and she finally had a sweet smile on her face, which was relief.
The next day, the cleaner found Ye Yun. She was curled up on the bench with a faint smile on her lips, like a sleeping baby with sweet dreams.
The wind got stronger, and in an instant, sycamore leaves were flying all over the sky, fluttering in commemoration of the lost beauty.
On the other side of the city, Ou Chenxuan was smiling at his carefully selected diamond ring. The day after tomorrow was his and Ye Yun's tenth anniversary, and he wanted to give her a surprise.