That year, in the peach blossom forest, the man with white clothes and dark hair was playing the piano silently, and the wind blew off the petals. It disturbed someone's dream and trapped her in her eyes for thousands of years. That day, in the deserted palace, a pair of frightened and monster-like eyes captured her life-long love. That time, when we said goodbye to the city gate, the horses' hooves flew, helplessly, we looked back again, and it passed through the years. Seeing flowers in the fog is not flowers, Nanke is sad when he wakes up from a dream. Don't ask about the past life, don't expect the next life, only wish for this life! This article is neither a noob nor a white lotus. It contains both abuse and pampering. The author is a mother, and the ending is H! It's not well written, so please forgive me. Comments are welcome, and life attacks are rejected! !