The wind outside the house was blowing strongly again, and the camphor tree also dropped its leaves again this spring, piece by piece, reminding her of him, and did he still want to see her again now? Can his memory still tolerate her? He didn't want to remember her and couldn't see her. These were the words he repeated to himself over and over again - but the most ridiculous thing in the world wasn't just that! The ravine deep in her heart was flowing as scarlet as blood, and the anger in his eyes was the most comforting medicine when she ran away with revenge. That was what she had been thinking about before - looking at him, she smiled so feebly, but she just hoped that he could remember at this moment: she has no regrets in this life! It's only strange that what I missed is a lifetime~~~~