It was windy that day, and the weather in April was unreasonably warm.
He circled her, and the bright red peach blossoms fell in chaos,
He whispered in her ear: Peach blossoms are charming, but not as beautiful as your eyebrows.
Later... It wasn't that I didn't love anymore, it was that I couldn't love anymore.
——She was his aunt, not his woman.
He said: I think I still lost, not because you don't love me, but because I love you too much.
He said: This throne is too lonely, can you come and accompany me?
She said: It turned out that the biggest mistake I made in my life was meeting you and then falling in love with you.
She said: You never believe me. I love you, but you don't believe it, and you don't even believe that I hate you.
The reason why he was cold was just to leave his tenderness to her.
She had been plotting against him, but if she failed to calculate, she would fall in love with him.
Those one hundred and one peach blossoms never bloomed again.