She said that she liked spring, so he built a garden for her and protected it with a barrier so that the spring flowers would bloom all year round. He also made a painting for her, in which she was looking back at the flowers. Just because of one person, she fell in love with spring.
Unfortunately, she forgot about it in the end.
I only know that on a moonlit night, there was such a man, sitting under a willow tree by the pond, his eyes filled with starlight. He seemed to have stepped across thousands of purple roads and red dust, and seemed to have crossed countless years of mountains and rivers, staring at her from a distance.
He, probably, also looked like he was in a dream.
The so-called dream is complicated and confusing, and we don't know whether it is true or false.
She wanted to know the hidden truth.
So I went to the mortal world to open this shop for no reason and recorded every obsession.
"Although every obsession in the world can bring back a small piece of memory between me and my husband, but after so long, I have gradually forgotten what I am obsessed with, and I only know how to collect these obsessions... But, Wuhua, you are obviously the person I miss in my heart."
…All the love and youthful years are nothing more than gratuitous, aren't they? It starts without a reason and ends without a reason.