The backyard is full of apricot blossoms, and Lan Zhen'er is lying on the cold early spring ground. The bright red at the corner of her mouth is soaked in the snow-white apricot blossoms.
"This is his favorite ginkgo, and there is no way he can come back here again."
Lan Zhen'er closed her eyes in despair.
She didn't know until her death that he put the poison into her favorite apricot cake with his own hands.
She would not know that on the night she died, he cried until he fainted because he could not give her a good status, let alone the promise he had made.
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