Library

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. A story about Mo Zixuan and Ye Xia. "Maybe I can't guarantee your future, but now, I want you to be happier." A letter that is too late to open, a collection of birds that is too late to send. With the last chirping of cicadas in summer, the farewell season unfolds silently, and there is less laughter and laughter in the empty seats. The young man was very disappointed. The empty space was filled with attachment, which touched his soft heart. The young man slowly matured, becoming so mature that it was difficult to approach him. The collection of flying birds you like is filled with my love for you, but you didn't even turn to the last page at the last moment. That page is filled with the blank spaces that I love for you. And that book was forever sealed in a drawer by him, never opened.