The rain falls again, drop by drop, how many ruthless rains have knocked down the affectionate roses
In April of that year, the roses bloomed like a secret love that no one could stop.
Zhang Xi's world was originally a silent ashes, until Xue Anwan broke in with a rainy spirit, becoming the only vivid and exciting beauty in her barren years.
I thought this was the most merciful gift from fate.
But I never thought that under the spring flowers, there are deep roots from the past.
The mother's sigh when she returns from her midnight dream, and the occasional gloom that passes through An Wan's eyes are like another rain that happened in the far south, silently infiltrating their present.
Until a sudden storm came and destroyed the roses she had carefully cared for.
Until the snow fell, covering all the coming and going.
The moment before her consciousness sank into the eternal night, she vaguely heard the songs of her mothers when they were young.
It turns out that they met to reunite.
They fell in love to confirm the tear-stained verses that had been written on the title page of time.
Intention: Seeing roses and remembering old friends
