Cherry blossoms are flying all over the sky, light pink and graceful. The man was dressed in white, his plain robes fluttering gently in the wind. He had a graceful figure, outstanding grace, and was as beautiful as an immortal. He smiled lightly and elegantly handed a slender jade-like hand to Tao Yaoyao. The beauty was breathtaking, as if the world had lost all color.
Many years later, when Tao Yaoyao recalled the past again, she had never forgotten that smile, as warm as the sun, but ultimately heartless.