There was the sound of a bell, and the sound gradually got closer. A girl came from a distance, dressed in red. She held an oil-paper umbrella. Her eyes did not look at him, but at her sleeves that cut through the flowers. The girl had a beautiful face, without makeup, and there were flowers from the other side of her eyebrows. Her eyes were clear. She looked at Yan Hua. She was a little stunned at first, but later she cried with joy, as if she saw her lover reunited after a long separation.
The flowers bloom quietly, leaving only a place of sadness.