Maple's tree language speaks of a love that retreats.
A love that retreats.
How could it be so fitting? Is there any other plant under heaven more suitable to describe Wen Yangzhi?
Some people have been retreating from the beginning, unable to bear her responsibilities, nor able to give her a future.
Yet he never said anything, just letting her and him develop, if she had not seen the problem, perhaps he did not plan to say it.
The Maple tree she treasured so much was just an unrealistic delusion, it should have been uprooted and sent away long ago.
The first time she saw him was under a Maple tree, which was not a good omen.
Yun Yuwan kept her head down, and Jiang Yingyu looked carefully before noticing she was crying, a tear falling into her bowl, but she did not speak, just kept eating, swallowing her tears with it.
Jiang Yingyu sat opposite her, feeling an indescribable heartache, as if seeing her cry, he knew the extent of the grievances she had endured.
