Doesn't silence hurt? She asked herself this countless times. The answer is always no. Seven years, no more, no less, just right. But everything seems to have changed. When he understands her heart, when he understands his own heart. But she had already promised Shu Jin. Everything began to surface because of a drunken moment...
The maple leaves that year were unusually red, spreading all over Nancheng. Her peaceful face was covered with fallen leaves. And he watched from a distance.
When the spring breeze blows, cherry blossoms will fill the mountains...
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