Its name is like brocade, and its person is as light as chrysanthemum. She should be such a woman.
Blooming quietly in his life.
I say quietly because he never realized that she was blooming for him.
However, how could she realize it herself?
It was just as if it had been predestined for a long time. If there was no place, his shadow was dancing in the trajectory of her life.
Find out the clues of time and see the intersection of space.
Maybe one day when I suddenly realize it, I will be more than just shocked.
Conception: