Shen Jingli looked at the peach blossoms that were blooming early. In that pink world, the white-colored girl did not seem to be surprised at all. She looked so suitable. She raised her hand to fold a peach blossom, and the dewdrops that had yet to dry fell on it fell between her and the peach blossom. A cool and refreshing feeling came, "In the spring of peach blossom, the color will warm first. Who doesn't look at the beautiful girl? It's a pity that the wind blows behind, and the bright red patches of the monkey algae will appear." Shen Jingli casually recited the poem of the peach blossom. "No matter how beautiful it is, what's the use? When the wind blows, it will follow the flow of water."
The sudden sadness made Shen Jingli feel like she was about to cry. She threw the peach branch
