In the autumn when Cha Xiaoluo was seventeen years old, on a late autumn night, the leaves were falling one after another, and the moonlight was as soft and clear as water. A boy named Bai Ruoshui told her that he wanted to take care of her and protect her forever.
Zha Xiaoluo raised his head and looked into those shining eyes with infinite tenderness, feeling endless joy in his heart.
If love is a stubborn seed, growing with joy and pain between her slender body and fat soul; if the sun sets, the moon rises, his eyes light up, and the moonlight is a soft and light veil, spreading illusoryly. Filling the world and his body; then, one day, will her calm heart become turbulent, or will it become broken and broken as this seed grows, blooms and withers, and its blood will flow like a river, pouring into the endless river of time?
However, after that night, everything changed.
That boy soon disappeared from her life.
Life is often a fallacy.
As a result, her life seemed to have been torn open, and for a long time, it secretly bled and healed with difficulty.
When the sycamore leaves fell to the ground, she and Bai Ruoshui reached a tacit understanding beyond words. At that time, the wind was blowing hard and the rain was falling so hard that half of his trouser legs were wet. He held a black umbrella in his hand and stood in front of Zha Xiaoluo. His eyes were gentle and his appearance was unparalleled in the world.
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