Flowers bloom for a lifetime, but they will eventually wither. I stood under the magnolia tree, watching the petals flying, and sighed sadly.
I thought we were so unrelated that we wouldn't be entangled.
I thought that once I left, it would be impossible to look back.
However, I forgot that this fate was not decided by me, but this fate just pushed me to you.
The magnolias are blooming, the spring breeze is getting late, and I finally look back.
The heroine of this article is a mortal. She has no ability to do great things, nor is she destined to be lucky. They are all ordinary stories, so please be mentally prepared.
PS It seems that many people can't stand the first part of this article. If you are particularly patient, just start from the first chapter. If not, start from the twenty-eighth chapter. Of course, if you haven't read it, you can still understand this article. But let's put it here.
"The Story of a Floating Life Youth Dream"