She retained the memories of her past life and endured her lovesickness, just so that she could cherish the fate of meeting him again in this life.
It was raining at dusk, but the peach blossoms were half blooming and half fading. In the dream, it still looked like the old days. She finally found him.
However, the man she was looking for was no longer the man who loved her deeply and loved her in every possible way.
Looking at this beloved person who is full of hatred and plotting against her, what should she do?
Are the past events just like smoke?
Once the flowers bloom, they fade away again.
Life is uncertain, painful and heartbreaking.
But looking at the maple leaves puts the memory on hold.
