"I have nothing left, so I want to give you a spring branch." Wang Jiaohe sat on the tree, the flowers covered her eyes, and only a corner of her clothes hidden by the peach trees could be seen. She laughed playfully and dropped a peach blossom into Cui Che's arms. The peach blossoms are dissatisfied, and the beauty flows in the empty space. Cui Che looked up at her, bent his eyes and said with a smile: "The peach blossoms are red, giving me spring every year."
Intention: Thousands of storms, all kinds of waste. In the world of mortals, love is true and painful.