Xia Caiwei placed a small lily of the valley in her house.
Every year, I look forward to the flowers blooming.
The wind blew, and the lily of the valley swayed like small wind chimes, and the petals flew down like a snow-white rain of flowers.
"Caiwei, do you know the flower language of lily of the valley?"
"I don't know."
"It is the Ruture of happiness, happiness will come again"
Recalling that person again, her heart was still filled with gratitude.
The boy who stood in the last century, with beautiful eyes, soft hair, and sweat from running in the sun, smiled at her and stretched out his hand, with wet palms, and said, Caiwei, I will take you away.
Many years later
When the old Xia Caiwei was tending to the lush lilies of the valley in front of and behind the house
often think of
If I had gone with him at that time, would the outcome have been different?
But no matter what, that boy will never come back again