It is raining petals from the sky, and the air is filled with the sweetness in the heart.
In this pink rain, it seemed that there were only petals, air and charming fragrance. Unconsciously, Dongli couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. The feeling of knowledge in a dream had never been so real. She opened her hand and held a handful of petals, which felt soft. She was even more sure that, yes, this was not a dream, but she did not remember that she had taken a plane to Tokyo. She thought hard about what was going on. After thinking for a long time, she had no clue. Maybe God also sympathized with her and compensated for the loss of beauty in her heart.