Thoughts have fallen into pieces and turned into dust, only the fragrance remains the same - "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
It's a fateful encounter, a trick of fate.
That woman like plum blossoms blooms in winter,
But the last aroma,
I can only let him slowly recall it in the winter...
Intention: I just want to write about a true love that is ordinary but very long-lasting, sadistic but very warm.