Flowers are blooming in the warm southern town, and the pink winter cherry blossoms all over the trees and streets quickly overwhelm the atmosphere of winter. Deep inside the house, the sun casts mottled shadows through thick century-old trees. Liang Yihan felt in a daze that this life seemed to be over.
The moment she walked out of the station, holding his ashes, she seemed to have returned to the starting point. She had never gained or lost a life. She gradually became his shadow. It turned out that there were too many unpredictable things, and whether she loved him or not was a trivial matter.