Another year when the wind blows, it's not known how many times she has come here. She stood quietly under a tree of red flowers, which were blooming in a different way. The breeze lifted her hair and brought a faint fragrance.

she is not a sentimental person, but this year she has become sentimental. Maybe women in love are more sentimental.

but her love is just a secret love, a single love. He didn't know. Yan Shuhui thought so.

suddenly her face lit up with a faint smile, thinking of the scene of fighting with someone last year. Someone always speaks obscene, which makes her blush again when she...