At the end of summer when he was 18 years old, Lin Chen went to the home where his mother took him away 14 years ago.
The yellowed leaves of the sycamore tree in late summer occasionally fall. Lin Chen never knew that the leaves that fell on the ground could be so clean and become the decoration of a road. It was like a Western painting, and this was a world that would be chosen to be painted by a famous master, and it belonged to Lin Mu's world.
In Chenlang, the southernmost part of the city, fallen leaves will only be buried in the mud and rot over time to become nutrients.
She walked along the road to the end, where she met Lin Mu.
Lin Mu stood quietly on the balcony of the French-style building, with the same long black hair, the same fair skin, the same ice-brown pupils, and the same face.
"Happy birthday, sister!" When leaving, Lin Chen smiled and whispered softly in Lin Mu's direction.
That day, Lin Chen took the last bus back to Chenlang. There were her mother and Mumu at home waiting for her to cut the cake.
That day, Lin Mu wondered why she stood on the balcony all afternoon, and the strange feeling that came out of her heart at that time, she later realized that it was a connection between twins, belonging only to her and Lin Chen. But at that time, she had no time to feel Lin Chen's blessing, so she had to go to the birthday party organized by her grandfather, a birthday party with only a group of strangers.
There is a legend about twin flowers.
Twin flowers have two flowers on one stem, but they always bloom towards opposite destinies and never see each other. But if the two flowers meet and their destinies are intertwined, one of the twin flowers blooms and the other withers...