Breeze Blowing

If flowers and plants were given the ability to speak, what would be the first thing they say? Will it still choose silence, or will it use all its words (the language of flowers)? The pale sky is soaked in tenderness, hazy with poetry, and covered with all kinds of colors. From now on: A person, a city, a journey; becomes: A pair of people, a love, a life. Some disputes are destined to belong to two people, and one of them cannot help but leave midway. Do you believe in destiny? Or rather, their hearts have never been separated. Some people say that looking back frequently in the past life only leads to a passing by in this life. Then, he and she should have already lived in each other's eyes and hearts. Lingering. Until death. Here, Cloud City. Here, there is her, there is him, there is him, there is her... This, perhaps for others, is just a transition in life. However, for Su Yishu and the others, it is a place where they spend half their life's emotions. As time goes by, love never ends.