Blossoming Flowers with Faint Ink Marks

Five years ago, she cursed in front of the Buddha, "If I meet a rich man, I am willing to sell my soul and make a deal with the devil -" But fate played a trick, and what she met was not a devil, but an angel, dressed in angel clothing. When all ashes return to dust and dust returns to dust, it is not up to her to decide whether to stay or go. The gardenia blossoms are blooming. Five years of time have washed away all the dust. Can we exchange for holding hands together for half a lifetime?--