The cherry blossoms have faded and bloomed again.
The six-year-old longing and expectation were blown into the soil by the wind and buried by time.
I have been waiting for the flowers to bloom for a long time, but I can't bear to watch them fade.
Just the name makes me feel helpless——
Falling cherry blossoms, no love.
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This is a story that follows the Qingshui route. It was first published in Xiaoxiang and has been updated mainly in Xiaoxiang.
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