Perhaps it was because they never wanted to bloom, or perhaps it was because there was no woman accompanying these flowers, or perhaps it was really not time for them to bloom, but these tulips seemed to be wilting. Although there were still green leaves and flower buds, they were reluctant to show their beautiful moments.
Qu xiujie stood in the yard of the house. The yard still had her smile and the lingering sound of Mao Nana's favorite song, but now it seemed that everything was no longer so beautiful.
The more beautiful a place was, the more pain it would bring. At this moment, qu xiujie did not dare to imagine how Mao Nana had insisted on staying in this small building.
