The falling leaves are the pursuit of the wind? Or did Ye never try to save him?
I thought the unspoken words would bloom on paper.
Many years later, returning to that time, Xia Xichun was lying in front of the table and smiling at the greeting card he had made by himself. He picked up a pen and wrote down elegant fonts on the card: Happy birthday Xiao Yang, I like you! I've fallen in love with you a long time ago! That was her biggest secret at that time and she carefully hid it in a drawer, but it was buried in the betrayal of time. Later, it was covered with a layer of light golden sand and was never seen again.