In early autumn, everything was the same as usual. The breeze blows, and the willows by the river sway gently. Nuanyang tried her best to open her almond-shaped eyes, which were not very big, and stared at the willow leaves that occasionally fell. Her eyes were like willow leaves floating on the water with little ripples.
Three years ago, the ups and downs that life brought to Nuanyang, even if she experienced them personally, were still unbelievable, like a dream.
However, everything did not end there.