In April, catkins are flying, grass is growing and warblers are singing, flowers are blooming, and the river is warm and sunny. It was the annual temple fair again. Gu Xilan looked at the endless stream of pedestrians coming and going on the street. It was so lively that she felt lost for a moment in this situation. This was obviously his first trip to Yangzhou, so why did it always feel so familiar, as if there had been a past here.
Someone passed by him, and a familiar smell penetrated his mouth and nose like magic, directly penetrating every nerve in his brain... A shadow flashed in his mind, it was a face, hazy, as if silently crying...
Who is this person?