Amid the speeding sound of the train, she looked at the city that was gradually moving away, and tears welled up in her eyes......

Lu Zhanpeng, who loved her to the point of heartbreak, left her like this, if it weren't for Lin Xiaoxiao's love and hatred, he blew up himself and Lu Zhanpeng's company, he wouldn't have driven so fast, let alone died in a car accident, it was supposed to be a romantic wedding, but in the end it turned into a funeral......

She watched the man she loved close his eyes in her arms, what kind of pain it was, however, he was still thinking about her at the moment before he died, such pain was only known to her, she didn't want to remember the sad past, she didn't want to remember the man who loved her deeply and never touched her until he died......

After getting off the train, she climbed a famous Buddhist mountain, and after entering the temple gate, she begged the master to keep her, and the master was sincerely moved by her, so she stayed in the temple, cut her hair and became a nun, and her legal name was "Qinglian".

The weather is getting colder, she wants to go down the mountain to see if the little flower on the cliff is still in bloom, she doesn't want it to become a withered flower like her, because she was the little wildflower in Lu Zhanpeng's heart, however, with Lu Zhanpeng's departure, she withered, but she hopes that this little wildflower on the cliff can bloom fragrantly, this little wildflower that blooms only for him......

Before winter comes, she wants to move it back to her meditation room, even in winter, so that the little flower will not wither and bloom beautifully forever.

She came halfway up the mountain, and climbed to the top with difficulty, however, the branches and stems of the small flower were still there, and the petals had withered, and she shed tears sadly, Brother Zhanpeng, I was still a step late, if I came earlier, you could still see its beautiful appearance.

She gently gouged out its roots and held it in her hand, winter is coming, it will be very cold outside, let me take you home, let me take care of your life, and when next spring comes, you can still bloom so delicate and fragrant.

After thinking about it, she grasped the root of the little flower, and her feet slowly probed down, however, one was not careful, her feet slipped, she fell off the cliff, her head hit a big stone, she felt a pain in her heart, and then, a hot stream flowed out of the back of her head, and she still held the withered flower in her hand, she seemed to see Brother Zhanpeng waving to her, and then smiled at her...... It was as if she saw Avalokiteshvara standing in front of her......

"Qinglian, do you have any other wishes?"

"I want to be born again, I want to choose my life ...... again"

Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled and drove away.

She slowly closed her eyes, and two lines of tears flowed down the corners of her eyes......

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