She Borrowed a Moment of Human Tenderness

I have captured countless eternities with my camera,

but somehow, I can't hold on to a passing evening breeze.

Lu Shiyu's arrival was a tender gift in Wen Zhixia's barren years.

He stopped by only briefly, then made a gentle exit.

From then on, the chrysanthemum fragrance faded, and the autumn wind carried him away.

They met only once, and there will be no reunion for the rest of her life.