That year, she lined up in the bamboo forest, folded the flower branches, faced the breeze, picked up the silk handkerchief, and the fragrance of flowers passed through her nose. What she smelled was not the fragrance that wrapped around her ears and lips, but the tenderness that did not think about morning and evening, and that was how he met her. He said, "Flowers are like beautiful women, and beautiful women are like you." She just lowered her head and said nothing. At that moment, everything seemed as still as water, and only the faint fragrance disturbed the tip of her nose. However, the years are quiet and fleeting, and changes only occur in an instant. When she wakes up, she is just a skin without memory. She thinks she can start over, but he just wants to stay by her side, even if she never loves him again... When the world recovers and the fragments of memory are reshaped and reunited, will everything continue to be good? She looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing at his selfishness, his madness, and his self-deception. In the end, there was only a lone shadow left, intangible and intangible...
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