She buried her hope by the window. This was also her seventh year with this city.
Meng Yi'an promised that she would leave only when the roses grow.
Be a wandering traveler all over the world.
Potala Palace, ends of the world, any place where Xu Zhilin is not available.
But the meeting at the airport ruined everything.
"Seven years, Meng Yi'an."
He is still handsome, but the cheerfulness of his childhood has disappeared and he has become a bit more gloomy.
People were coming and going around, Meng Yi'an was wearing everything that could reduce his presence, lazily leaning on the back of his chair, not looking at him.
As long as it's not called Meng Yi...
"Meng Yi"
His voice was loud or not, but it finally made everyone in the waiting room notice her.
She escaped in a hurry, taking the precious gift with her.
"Aber dieser Rosenstrau
Intention: We will miss, lose, meet again, and do anything unexpected, love will also be there