Zhou Nian and Xu Zhibei have an agreement
"How about we come here every spring from now on?"
"Why is spring"
"Because I like spring"
We met in the spring, but Xu Zhibei died on the day we were going to meet together that year.
"Liar... You lied to me"
Later someone said to her
"The person he loves most is you."
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After a long time, Xu Zhibei's mother found her and gave her a letter
The letter paper slipped, and the dried flowers were broken into pieces in the palm of my hand.
Intention: I thought of it by chance