"Azhi, are you willing to marry me? In this summer with crisp elm leaves, in this unknown Yu City, marry this man whose last name is elm."
Anyangyu knelt down on one knee in front of Nan Zhi, raised the bouquet in his hand, and placed a ring in the flower. He made it for her with his own hands. For this, his hands were injured countless times, just to give her the best.
"Anyangyu, you said... I won't marry you." Nan Zhi was very naughty and split one sentence into two sentences. "Then who should I marry?"
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That midsummer, that elm tree recorded all of his love for her.
That winter and that wedding recorded her thoughts about him.
The love between her and him under the elm tree finally ended under the elm tree, which can be regarded as having a beginning and an end.
Intention: secret love