Love in the past life is like a fallen fruit, falling before it is ripe and full of sourness.
Lin Yanqiu came back with bone-crushing regret. In class at the age of seventeen, he squeezed Xia Zhiyu's cool hand - the fresh fragrance of lily of the valley was on the tip of his nose, no longer the bitter smell on the sick bed in his memory.
The belated "I love you" was finally spoken out. This time, I would never let this fruit fall to the ground with regret again.
Purpose: to make up for regrets