Love Can Be Expected

When Mu Lianke set foot on this strange and familiar land again after many years, it was already the deep winter with heavy snowfall. I can no longer smell the slightly bitter fragrance when the sycamore flowers bloom, only the sunshine of melting snow breaks the gentle meandering on the ground. But she knew that since that summer, the answer to the mystery that had been lost for so many years had finally been found. Gu Liangqi, have you seen it?