"Who sees the flowers when they bloom, and who sweeps away the flowers when they fall. New branches sprout again every other season, and old friends are forgotten. Love is not the passing of new branches. There is a reason for separation and reunion." Luo Qingfeng looked at these pear blossoms drifting in the wind with some confusion. It is easy to say goodbye, but difficult to see. He who is already married, what will he look like when we see him again?