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In winter in the Demon Realm, besides being cold, it is a blinding white. A carriage passed through the white snow, leaving a trail of dust in the white snow. The person in the carriage looked out the window at the hard and cold snow, and seemed to see a plain figure in a trance. He jumped down from the carriage, wanting to hug that figure and feel the faint warmth. However, he only touched a piece of ice.
If everyone is a midsummer flower, then everyone's fate is the petals flying all over the sky. Flying in the air with the color that only belongs to you, drawing arcs, talking about encounters or parting. Nothing can be done, nothing can be done.
It's a pity that people are obsessed with love. Even if all the flowers have fallen away, he is still watching hard, recalling the colors of the past, and in this endless and dream-like life, waiting for the next round of flowers to bloom again.