When the cherry blossoms bloom next year.
The white hunting robe drifted gently in the breeze. Its pale crimson lining made Zuo Wei's handsome face look even more gentle and jade-like, glowing faintly with the shimmer of polished stone. He was as graceful and ethereal as an immortal.
Holding a folded fan to hide his tender smile, he gazed intently at the boy resting beneath the tree.
The ghost who had lingered for a thousand years stood in the wind, smiling faintly, his eyes as bright as the moon.
Year after year, they would stay by each other's side, hand in hand.
The warm breeze coaxed thousands of flowers into bloom, intoxicating the world.
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A short story with good literary talent, very comfortable