A cold wind shook a cold tree by the roadside, dropping a few cold leaves that had been trapped by the lingering winter for too long.
Zhuo Wenjia slowed her pace, tears streaming freely across her smiling face. In the bleak wind, the tears swayed into an impassable shore—distant and strange, visible yet intangible.
She could not help regretting it. She regretted going to Qingzhou Village, regretted running into that flower buyer in front of Granny Hua's doorway, and regretted blindly casting her deep affection upon someone step by step, plunging herself into an unfathomable abyss.
Chapter 467