It was April 19th. The weather was good that day, the wind was gentle and the sun was shining. The peach blossoms in Taohuawu are in full bloom, and the forest is full of petals blown by the wind, flying all over the sky, just like those romantic plots in animation. But on such a spring day, he said to her: "Let's break up, I've fallen in love with someone else." With this sentence, their six-year relationship ended, and they were still one year away from the seven-year itch. She didn't ask why, let alone try to save anything, because she felt that the feelings obtained through crying were too cheap, too false, and too fragile. Pretending to be cool, she turned around and left. At that moment, she clearly heard the sound of her own heart breaking.