If there is reincarnation in the world, if fate is not destined, no matter how embarrassing the encounter is, Jing Ruoting, why can you be so presumptuous! ?
Over the years, the begonia flowers in the yard have bloomed and bloomed again. Year after year, there is no longer the young man who loves to look at the begonia flowers. It seems that the pain and hatred of those years have drifted away to the end of the world with that white gauze. In the haze, as if there is a garden beside me, I said:
----"Ruoting, do you know what two things I hate most in my life?"
"Which two?"
"I hate that Begonia has no fragrance."
"What about two?"
"Two?" I paused. "I wish I could live forever."