It is said that a fish has only seven seconds of memory. Seven seconds later, it starts a new journey.
So, how long is the memory of a flower? Seven days? July? Seven years? Or a thousand years?
People often say that a flash in the pan is short-lived, but little did they know that she traveled over mountains and ridges just to look back and hold hands with each other just because of a word.
If you don't leave, I will never give up; if you let go, I will step back with a smile, not to withdraw, but to protect.
She was originally an epiphyllum on Yanzhi Mountain. She practiced cultivation for thousands of years and became a human being. By chance, she met the second prince of the heaven and was taken to the ninth heaven. She became the flower goddess on the bank of the Red River. A hundred flowers will cause her to fall into a love affair, involving several gods in the heaven.
Every fifteenth month, her heart was as hot as a soldering iron.
The valley that I have had nightmares about repeatedly, and I can't get out of, is actually a love that has been lost for thousands of years.