The breeze blows and the cherry blossoms fall, like a flower fairy descending into the world. An Jueyue stepped forward and smelled the cherry blossoms, and Shi Yu followed her. "Did you smell something, An An?" An Juyue shook her head: "Sakura flowers have no smell at all. What do you like about cherry blossoms?" Shi Yu smiled. He didn't expect An Juyue to remember a sentence for so long.
"Do you remember?"
"As long as you say it, I will remember it no matter how small it is!"
Shi Yu picked off a few petals and placed them in the palm of An Jueyue's hand. "The flower language of cherry blossoms is that I love no one but you. I want to tell you that you are my true love, and I only love you." After saying this, Shi Yu kissed An Jueyue's lips.
She cried again. The person she had loved for ten years finally told her in person that she was his true love. She is sentimental and sensitive, and a simple word of love may make her cry. What she needs is not a word of love, but actual love.
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