Another spring, another season of cherry blossoms, flowers blooming and falling, and people coming and going under the trees.
Su Zimo just stood under the tree holding an umbrella, standing quietly, looking into the distance, through the thin rain curtain, the girl seemed to appear in front of him
"Son, I like you."
"..."
I like you too, but the beauty can't hear it and doesn't know it either.
Ruo Ge looked at the peach blossoms in the surrounding trees, as if he had seen the cherry blossom trees that year. The white clothes under the flowers burned his eyes and soaked in the years.
Young master, the flowers are similar and the people are well.
I still like you.
This is a love story about loving and being loved, understanding and cherishing
It is also a story about a woman chasing a man across a mountain.