There was a time when I was very obsessed with sweet-scented osmanthus. When I looked up, I saw the blurry trees full of branches. If I picked one branch and brought it home, the fragrance would fill the house. So I wanted to write a story related to sweet-scented osmanthus. However, during that time, I was full of confusion and wanted to know what would never change, so I wrote a love story about commitment and waiting. Not finished yet. After many years, I finally made up my mind to finish it, but I felt like I couldn't catch up. Haha, after reading this, can anyone tell the time of the text?
Ah, by the way, the place names are made up randomly, I'm not familiar with them.
Conception:
This life is so frustrating