The pale white light slanted down and fell on the sparse blue flowers.
The green and green flower vines hang down, like a vein of water, swaying in the chill of early spring.
Shu Ruo looked at the flowers in his hands and sighed slightly.
This old work from the Loli era is so pretentious that I can't bear to re-read it. What's rare is that it's finally finished, so I put it up anyway.
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