Wherever the flowers fly, when will they wither? Is it determined by fate?
Rong Hong floats in the ocean of life, finally reaches the shore, but still stops.
There was no room for her.
Looking around the vast fog, there is no way out.
But I saw a person standing somewhere out of sight, neither humble nor arrogant; saying:
"I am your forever home."
Concept: Covered in the guise of serious literature, it is actually about falling in love