Yu Yourong lowered her eyes and looked at him, a smile flashing in her eyes, "It's not a dream, I'll wait for you to come back."
"Um."
Mei Shengxue responded.
A gust of wind blew, blowing down the osmanthus flowers all over the sky.
Mei Shengxue blinked, and Yu Yourong disappeared like a dream bubble, without a trace. The sweet-scented osmanthus flower he caught merged into the falling osmanthus flowers, drifting down with the wind. For a moment, it was unclear whether someone really caught the sweet-scented osmanthus flower, or whether the sweet-scented osmanthus flower fell too slowly.
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