"When you miss me, buy a bunch of acacia and put it on my monument. What about when you don't miss me..."
"No, I will bury you in our yard, under your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Every August when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, you will come to me and come to my dreams with the fragrance of the flowers."
Even if Yu Zhe is like you, in my heart, the person I love deeply is more than just a skin. I only love you, He Huan.
Intention: Let me think about it