Qi'er never imagined she would meet him, much less in such a roundabout way. It was like following the Liuyang River as it wound through nine bends, passing Chairman Mao's hometown, then heading straight to Grandma's house. Someone at Grandma's house sang, "The bay at Grandma's house in Penghu, white waves frothing and surging..." Ahem, that's the wrong song.
She only remembered that year, when the peach blossoms were especially brilliant. Ten miles of peach groves, ten miles of flowers in bloom, their radiant beauty captivating the soul. Of course, as long as the game's operator didn't shut the game down, those ten miles of peach blossoms would never fade.
One chapter is too little. Bad review.