When she was a child, Yuluo and Han Su made an agreement under the cherry blossom tree. At that time, the spring breeze blew on her face, the smoke was hazy, and the wind gently blew away her tears...
[One, two, three, wooden man]
When Yuluo turned around, there was no one behind him.
Sakura smoke...
Updated from time to time
Intention: I don't know
