Xu Sirou set her eyes on the snow-white pear blossom tree outside the window.

Flowers are always extremely fragile and can withstand the wind and rain, and they have only been blooming for a few days before they are about to wither. The wind swept a petal and silently slammed it against her window, leaving a trail on the glass.

After a while, he floated away again.

Her gaze followed the petals, farther and farther away.

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