Beginning to hate the pain and separation brought by autumn.
Qiao Xiguan sat on the bench in the back garden, quietly watching the bare trees in front of her, quietly watching the one or two fallen leaves by her feet that hadn't been cleared away yet.
There was some oppressive emotion inside her heart, but eventually, she got used to it, with a calm and unchanged face.
She sat there quietly, beautiful beyond words under the moonlight.
Sometimes, she even felt like a painting, a picturesque scene one would be reluctant to disturb.
Qin Yiyang held a cocktail in his hand, smiling as he looked at the woman before him.
She always gave off an air as if no one wanted her, yet she could always be seen quietly lost in thought.
He couldn't help it, and walked over.
He naturally sat beside her, maintaining a polite distance.
