Once upon a time, there was a young man named Xiaochun in Furong Lane. He was waiting for someone. The sycamore flowers bloomed and fell, and the person never came back.
"Xiaochun, wait until Brother Zhiqiu brings you a tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"Well, let's meet tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay, Brother Zhiqiu, we'll see you tomorrow."
The flower language of the sycamore flower is unswerving love.
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Intention: Loving you is a lifelong matter