After the peach blossoms bloom in spring, they will eventually wither and fall from the branches. The dust of the long journey turns everything into mud and soil, and so, in the end, we never meet again.
Just like life—it cannot hold on to youthful laughter or beautiful appearances forever.
In the end, all paths lead to separation.
When the mountain breeze passed by, ripples spread across the lake. Dingdang leaned weakly against Lu Chen’s chest, her body growing colder as she awaited her final farewell.
When the spring breeze is gone, the peach blossoms fade and wither in sorrow.
She slightly turned her head and glanced into the distance. Li Ji, who lay collapsed on the ground, wore a complicated expression in his eyes. Then her gaze returned, settling quietly on Lu Chen.
Her face gr
