Short story~
That year, Ling Yueran was eight years old and met a person who was even better than Meihua.
That year, when Hua Yuanbai was ten years old, he took over a cold plum that was still proud of frost and snow from the boy he met for the first time.
Since then, spring flowers, autumn moon, summer rain, and winter snow have passed by at the same time.
From then on, we cut lights and candles together and talked about the world at night.
Since then... In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.
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