There are osmanthus flowers and flowing tiles, and the figures are scattered.
Flowers fall on shoulders, and the setting sun reflects.
The beautiful scenery is picturesque, but I saw him leaning under the tree, murmuring...
"Did I... Forgot something?"
I don't know.
(The new author is looking for clicks online. QAQ just clicks, clicks are enough)
Intention: I haven't thought about it yet