Him: Do you still remember what I told you about the fate of Maple Leaf?
Her: Yes, I remember. Before you know it, if you pluck a maple leaf or pick up a maple leaf, the person you will spend your life with will appear within 1 week of picking up the maple leaf.
Him: Well, now that you accept the maple leaves I gave you, you will live with me for the rest of your life!
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In the golden autumn, under the maple tree, the wind blows the leaves and makes them look like feathers.