When he was fourteen years old, Jun Rongyin met Gu Qihan for the first time. She looked back and chuckled, and he fell deeply in love.
This was a match made in heaven, but something unexpected happened.
Yesterday has long gone, no matter what the evening is, the peach blossoms are still burning brightly. However, the flowers fall silently, and the fate is scattered without a trace.
That day, it was covered with ice and snow drifting for thousands of miles. She turned and left, and he murmured to himself: "Nai Heyuanqian!"
The fate of Tao is neither shallow nor deep; the emotion expressed is neither deep nor shallow. It's just that maybe it's the fate of the next life, but the fault is the love of this life. Doomed to be shackled in the world of mortals, it is ultimately a miss.
Intention: The flowers fall silently, and the fate disperses without leaving a trace.