The cherry blossom blooming from her shoulder sealed her fate in this life.
Pure white cherry blossoms, magical cherry blossoms. Sixteen years ago, she was regarded as an ominous creature by her tribe and chose to die.
Sixteen years later, when she met him, the wheel of fate finally started turning.
Is everything really fate?
"Xi'er, you are mine." There was a hint of bitterness in his firm tone. He was her senior brother, but he knew that they would never be together;
"Xi'er, if there is an afterlife, will we be together..."
Helpless, the water moon is difficult to round, and the mirror flowers are easy to wither. No one knows what they will face after all the storms.
For whom is that cherry blossom branded, and for whom is it withered?
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Hehe, a certain sugar's ancient novel~~ It's tentatively decided to be BG. There's no guarantee that it will wear □□L/GL. The update speed is average and it won't drop too much. Take your time with word count and quality, and keep reading! ~~Whether it's flowers or eggs, everyone should leave a message!~~Hoho