Love does not matter sooner or later, fate determines life and death. The colors of spring are gone, the flowers have faded to their reddish color, and the spare fragrance fills the sleeves. Infatuation and hate dance alone in the clear autumn, leaving it for the next year, breaking out of the cocoon and turning into a butterfly, picking up the flowers and smiling to be reborn. Autumn is gone and winter is coming, and the plum blossoms are cold and frosty. I am willing to go to the phoenix to fight the fire, and burn the silk to return the fragrance.
Introduction:
Hua Xiaoxiao's life is extremely boring. I just do some tedious work every day, and earn a salary that I can neither starve to death nor eat enough. Back home, there is only a cat, a computer, and a 6-figure house loan. Could this be her fate? But things in the world often bring surprises. An accident allowed her to travel back in time until she was 13 years old...
Intention:
发生了什么事情！这就完结了？掀桌！