This is a story that is not gorgeous enough, and the heroine of the story is also too ordinary.
Ordinary people, ordinary life, ordinary life, also look forward to this kind of ordinary natural swallowing/flowing like clear water.
However, no one's life can be as satisfactory as expected, even the most willing to be ordinary, there will be troubles in the end.
I would like to use this story to commemorate those loves that are sincerely devoted but have no results.
About whether the flowers have bloomed;
It has nothing to do with whether the flowers that have bloomed bear fruit.