April in the world is filled with beautiful peaches and plums.
The scorching peach blossoms fell onto the river and drifted with the current, giving off a moist and gorgeous atmosphere.
Ning Youran raised her head slightly and glanced at the man beside her, then lowered her head, leaned forward, and closed the curtain that was blown open by the wind. The bell on her wrist made sporadic sounds, as if there was endless lingering. Turning around, I saw that his eyes were still focused on the gorgeous peach blossoms outside the window, and I smiled unconsciously. There was sadness in his eyes.
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