This is a story about April.
They met in April, separated, and met again in April. Finally, we parted in April.
In the years that followed, Yu Jue often thought that if he had stayed in Lin Fangfei's class and been inseparable from her, would he have been able to prevent her from meeting someone who would be willing to devote several years of her youth to accompany her in the future. Then he chuckled again. On the one hand, he doesn't want the two to meet, and on the other hand, he also wants them to be entangled until the end of time until they die. So, it hits the mark, but who dies and who rests, is another story later.
After many years, will the fragrance of April in the human world still be everywhere in the mountains and plains? If not, where does it bloom?