The name Youhua is the product of her father's arty style, which means Youhua night-blooming flower. Those who love her and pity her affectionately call her "Ah Tan".
She was sixteen years old and was used to a smooth life. The sky fell only because Zhenhu didn't like her.
One day, the wind and rain startled me down the west building. Bead curtains, embroidered columns, brocade cables and tooth walls turned into piles of dust.
Zhenhu held my hand and said, "Atan, you have to grow up."
I will grow up.
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Early spring in my hometown.
Good flowers grow old on a branch.
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