The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Yuanhe three years.
A peach tree in front of the courtyard was in full bloom, its hanging branches covered with pink and white stars, and the ground under the tree was filled with fragrance.
Jian You looked up and saw Gu Yan's pure eyes hitting the bottom of her heart.
The years and months that followed were like falling stars and blowing rain, creating a fleeting stream of light.
The scattered pink ripples swayed with scorching light.
Once upon a time, the spring breeze wrinkled the deep and shallow time.
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