"This is called Xiaoqiao." The young man's gentle eyes flickered slightly, as if they were hiding the vast stars.
"What about its flower language?" The girl asked doubtfully.
"Good and evil."
On a blood-red moon night, he killed her closest relatives, ending their youthful memories. For many sleepless nights, she kept calling his name, burying her deep love in her heart, but in exchange for the tragic situation before her eyes...
The bitter ending spring water flowed quietly in the valley, and she couldn't bear to fall ill.
Where should the confused heart go?