Everyone in the world says, "In the heart of spring, there are no flowers competing for blooming. Every inch of lovesickness and every inch of ashes."
Gu Yunyuan read this poem when he was a boy, and smiled. After many years, the lovesickness accumulated layer by layer, and finally turned into a wordless sigh.
＾＾This article is updated every week. Welcome to improve it. It is estimated that it will be revised again in the future. The first few chapters are really a bit messy.