Lin Bei seemed to always remember the wind carrying the fragrance of flowers that day, the sound of the piano turned into silk threads, and the wind entangled the silk threads around her little by little.
At that moment,
The wind is blowing,
I was moved too.
Finally, Jiang Mo, I wish you freedom and freedom like the wind.
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Concept: Secret love is a person's joys and sorrows