She was born during the season when hibiscus flowers were blooming, so her mother named her Huamu. Huamu, also known as hibiscus. That's what her mother always said to her: "Yonv (Chongqing dialect), my mother hopes that you will be as beautiful, pure, and beautiful as she is." Her mother looked at the small tree outside the window, her tired eyes full of love and expectation.
Hua Mu knew that she was her mother's hope, her only hope.
So she only had textbooks in her youth because she couldn't let her mother down. Then, she had no choice but to give up, give up the love that had just sprouted, and disappear from his life, as if it had never happened.
"Heart," sincerity? No, she can't call it that. "Hello, Mr. Gu!"
"Hello!" Two words came out elegantly from the thin lips, and the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, as if nothing had happened.
However, at the corner of the corridor, a light flashed in those deep eyes, making people shudder.