The straight and tall Chinese chrysanthemum tree in the atrium has fallen leaves all over the ground, and the mignonette has also been in full bloom. There is a sweet fragrance of flowers and leaves in the air. It is not the kind of richness, nor the kind of lightness. You have to consume all your breath before you can smell it. The aroma was as soft as gossamer, with a moderate warmth and coldness. She always remembered this familiar smell. The years are like songs. On those nights when the scent of mignonette flowers floats, she yearns for happiness over and over again, but it turns out that this is what happiness tastes like. I don't know when, Lin Zhuoquan hugged her from behind, gently warming her, like an extremely light and warm coat. A long time ago, my mother's arms felt the same way. His face gently stroked her long hair, and she heard his voice low and soft: "Are you happy?"
"What do you think?"
His face darkened little by little, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.
She felt that the strength of his hand holding her was getting lighter and lighter. She looked back at him with a bright smile and said softly, "Fool, I am happy, very happy."
Thank you "coffe" for the encouragement! Thank you so much! And "ff", thank you for your comments and reading!
This is my first novel, and I am very unfamiliar with the characters and plot. I welcome your corrections and criticisms!
Thank you again "coffe", you are the first person to comment, thank you!
Recently, I may be a little slower because I am busy with the paper, and I will revise the front part, so you don't have to pay too much attention in the near future, so as not to waste precious time.