It's that time of year, and the mood is always wonderful on the way home. On both sides of the road, yellow wild chrysanthemums were blooming, as if they were welcoming her home. But I don't know when, she stopped going home at that time, and those wild chrysanthemums also turned into pain?
It was not until that dream that she woke up and understood the fact that she had deliberately ignored. She wants to pursue it, to recover the lost beauty, and to make her story complete without any regrets. When she saw him, she wanted to hug him hard, and then hit him on the head hard. Who would let him cause her such pain?