The flower language of the fourth piece of alfalfa is happiness.
20-Year-old Wen Yu has been working hard for the fourth piece of alfalfa. Looking back, I already had it.
Countless grandma's hugs, steaming dumplings, quilts with grandma's breath that have been exposed to the sun on winter nights, a red apple, flickering fireworks, an ink stain, and a sunflower; a person standing in the snow stretching out his hand, smiling softly, a pair of eyes with tiny sparkles, a murmur in the wind, a bottle of water on the last row of the table in an unmanned classroom...
The wheel of time rolled forward, and only Wen Yu stopped in place.
Wen Yu loves winter the most, but her beloved grandma remains in winter forever. The unfinished words of her brother who always likes to stuff Yu'er red envelopes remain in winter, and the unheard confessions also remain in winter.
The probability of meeting a four-leaf alfalfa is one in one hundred thousand, and you are the fourth clover in one hundred thousand and one.
Intention: Secret love sourness