Yan Yu told herself that what she fell in love with was not Lu Zixu, but his deep love for another woman.
Her intrusion was just to answer the doubts that had been lingering in her mind for a long time. When everything became clear,
She chose to leave, leaving only the fragrance of flowers in the room floating in the cold and humid air.
Is love a flower that withers easily? If not, how long can it last...
This article is a simple article, I wish those who squat in the pit happy.