I took a handful of blood-red maple leaves and said to Liang Yeqiu, 'I picked these from next to my cemetery five years later. They are beautiful, right? You planted that tree for me. '
Liang Yeqiu was frozen there. I wanted to take her hand, but she waved my hand away as soon as it touched the hem of her clothes. 'Don't play around, you are you, not Huang Yujun from five years later, no! No!'