Gao Yang sent Gao Mu home and sat in a daze on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The cigarette in his hand was filled with mist and the sour smell of plum blossoms. His fingertips trembled and his head rested on the cushion behind him. Go up and look sideways at the scenery outside the window. The old locust flowers planted in the yard under the blue sky and white curtain have produced plain white flowers. When the wind blows over the green trees in the yard, it seems that the flower pots have been overturned and the honey flows out. The fragrance is disturbing.
Intention: Do I have to have no dignity and be mistrusted in order to be worthy of his sincerity?
