Many years later, Xiao Qian once again returned to this place where she once placed her love and hope, feeling as if she was lost.
She had cried for herself, cried for others, cried for life, and cried for life.
In the end, she cried over this messy and bizarre story.
Because she saw the love and hope that she expected but never had.
What is that?
The trivial world of mortals turns into smoke and dust, and the passage of time turns into a time-traveling game.
The girl's feelings touch the infinite affection, and the thin back remains deep in the memory.
A peach blossom is inserted lightly between the light brown temples. Looking back at each other, we only remember the flowers blooming but not the year.
Finally, she cried helplessly and miserably.
She left wonderful memories in this place where her heart trembled.
Cry for yourself, cry for others, cry for life, cry for life.
I have placed so much love and hope here.
In the end, I could only shed pale tears for this story alone.