Two rows of white magnolias lined both sides of Qi Street. In early spring, in March, their white petals bloomed in a lively rush, like wine cups offered to spring. When the spring breeze swept through them, the petals fluttered down, sunlight glimmering across them like a warm snowfall.
Revised and completed on March 26, 2026. The story spans a long period of time, so I made a round of comprehensive edits.
Theme: In the springtime nightlife, I once dreamed that you and I might have a future together.
