It's summer in Nanyang, and the scenery is full of flowers.
Across the lake, in the sea of flowers, stood a woman in red, looking into the distance with confused eyes.
After a long time, she turned around and left. This was a place that did not belong to her...
The so-called passing by is the farthest distance in the world.
The man in a Chinese shirt slowly stepped into the center of the sea of flowers, with the gentle breeze blowing across his cheeks.
For him, this place may be blank...
When I turned around, my voice seemed to be thousands of years away.
"Hua'er, it's summer in Nanyang, and all the flowers we planted are in bloom. I'll take you to see them when you have time, okay?"
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