"Chen Yanzhuo, what do you love?"
The breeze blows, and the leaves slowly fall. The fallen leaves are returning to their roots. The girl under the tree looks up at her boy, looking forward to his answer.
"I will love the country where I grew up until death."
Jiang Shixiao was slightly startled, not knowing how to answer. He lowered his eyes slightly and turned around to leave.
"With you"
The boy's voice was loud and clear. Jiang Shixiao stopped walking. These two words struck her heart hard.
At this time, a flower fell from the tree on Chen Yanzhuo's shoulder. It was very beautiful. This flower was called Wutong flower. This flower language is auspicious and also represents undying love until death...
Intention: People are always there, water flows forever, and love is immortal