Every Year Has Its Own Morning and Evening (Short Story About Jian Sanhua Song)

A green plum cannot withstand the fall from the sky, and a bamboo horse cannot be happy. The first cool breeze of autumn has blown. Passing guests can pick up this fallen leaf and catch a glimpse of the regretful past belonging to three people from the withered yellow veins. The bloody love triangle where she loves him and he loves her is probably what makes me so cute. Jiansan fan/Hua Ge/Hua Zang/BE Intention: People who don't value dog lickers will eventually become dog lickers