The lover's pen uses love as ink and love as the background.

Weaving and interwoven, the distant and hazy fragments are pieced together from the old times, and the years are stained with the years. After countless times of writing, lifelike masterpieces are born from the fingertips over the years, and the love in my heart is lingering.

That year,

The apricot blossoms are blooming just in time, and the spring rain is like smoke and fog.

That year,

Eighteen years old.

And this year's apricot blossoms and spring rain seem to overlap with the pictures of that year again.

The spring rain drizzles and lasts forever.

It seems that the next one is constantly overturning the whole world.

The mist and mist are hazy.

The rumored genius and lone painter is on this street.
Chapter completed!