When the dandelion opens its seeds, it is the day when you and I are reunited.
"Pu Yuechu, let's break up!"...
A cold voice sounded in Pu Yuechu's ears.
Unconsciously the wind started blowing. The biting wind blew by, and Pu Yuechu's hair fluttered wantonly in the wind. Perhaps even the air felt her sadness, accompanying her in the messy wind. Pu Yuechu's cheeks and the tip of her nose were slightly red, and her tears flowed down like a flood that had burst the embankment.
Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, wetting the pillow, Gu Qingyang's figure, and that summer.
Intention: As times change, some people will eventually bear the burden and move forward.