Compared with the depression of Beigong Yuehua, the dancing tears are calmer. Looking at the growing bouquet of flowers in his hands, he sighed in a low voice, "yes, no, seventeen, it's really not a good number." Especially the meaning of 17 roses, even worse!

However, it doesn't matter. No matter how bad things are, they will be useful!

look, isn't she using it now?

finally collected 17 bright flowers. She looked at them with tears. A gust of mountain wind blew by, bringing the fresh breath of the mountain. She began to whisper slowly:

do you remember that the evaporated

in the wind scattered in the summer of memory...