In a catastrophe that year, Ning Zijin sadly lost his first love
An encounter in the hospital, the gentle and melancholy Yun Jingyi relied on her
Then eleven years later
The man named Day played the familiar song again
my little garden
Whose palm is it in?
There's no conspiracy, it's just the changing world
One day, the pansies in the small garden
All open
Its flower language is - I love you
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I just want to write a gentle story, it may be happy or sad, it may be vulgar, it may be monotonous, I just hope that the water will be clear, thank you, and bow in advance. . . . . .