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Jelo, I think it's better to have a heart-to-heart talk with my sister. When had the words of a disciple ever been false?
”There's no need to look for her. She'll be coming over soon.” When did you really care about her life and her thoughts? Do you know where she went every day these past few days? How much do you know? She's been guarding your future brother-in-law's door every day! ”
”…” Jelo looked at him speechlessly. Recently, he had been so annoyed that he had neglected her. Had she grown up and already had her own thoughts?
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up ahead at the vibrant scene of Sakura Memories gathering the cherry blossoms on the tree, while the wooden log stood there motionlessly.
From the perspective of the falling cherry blossoms, two cars, black gold and light purple, were approaching from the straight Lin Meng Road.
The equestrian race in England started with Zorn and then Xuan...
The black and white images merged and separated in an instant. Three horses crossed the barrier at the same time, reaching the end point.
He could feel the wind howling in his ears, the heat boiling in the air, and all the blood in his body racing.
Zorn sat in the car with a thick, plain book in his hand. His eyes were like a reservoir of water, and the moment he pulled the brake, the spring would pour out in a steady stream. He carefully opened the book, and inside lay a small, dried daisy. Petals of color, navy blue flowers. ”Reed, mellow and fragrant …
He couldn't help but laugh, because he remembered the fun of childhood. This flower is for you, this is the first time I'm sending flowers to a boy, so you have to be good … Well... Keep it, do you know?
He had saved this little daisy for thirteen years, accompanied it for thirteen years, and treasured it for thirteen years as well.
Similarly, on another page, there was a black handprint, the scent of ink assaulting and curling around the tip of the nose.
The reason why this handprint had been stored for ten years was because of Xuan Wu.
Zuo En looked out of the window at the cherry blossoms drifting about, and was a little stunned. Xuan's favorite was the elegant youth with eight cherry blossoms floating in the air. His voice was gentle and melodious, like the chime of a phoenix.
His eyes began to blur as he lost himself in his memories …
Ten years ago.