The beautiful elf flew along the path with the breeze, like pink snowflakes flying in the cold winter, sometimes rapid and sometimes melodious. Inadvertently, the ground seemed to be covered with a light pink velvet blanket. The petals fell and rotated, wandering in the sky, and finally they were still unable to get rid of fate and became dust...

I yearn for the season when cherry blossoms fly, because it is a very beautiful picture. Flowers bloom and fall are just a matter of a moment, but they leave people with eternal memories.

It has been three years since Xin passed away. For three years, everyone has never walked out of that shadow. They will always remember how Xin died three years ago. That scene is something they will never forget.

Three years later, everyone has their own family and their children. The only thing that has not changed is Yi. Yi still doesn’t like to talk to others and doesn’t like to pay attention to others as usual.

The season when cherry blossoms are flying is Xin's festival. On this day, everyone came to Xin's grave. It has been three years since everyone has changed a lot. Among them, a three-year-old boy followed a beautiful girl. The beautiful girl held the little boy's hand and came to Xin's grave. Many people came from behind, and everyone was holding different things in their hands.

A beautiful bouquet of chrysanthemums was placed in front of Xin's grave, and there was a familiar photo on the stone tablet. The characters in the photo were smiling so brightly.

"Time flies so fast. You have been gone in a blink of an eye. The moment the doctor declared he was dead, it is still deeply imprinted in our minds. Until today, we have not yet accepted the fact that you have passed away. Over the past few days, our longing for you has not stopped." Xuan stood in front of Xin's grave, telling the pain they have suffered over the past three years.

"Xin, are you doing well in the sky? Don't worry about us, we are all very good. Now Chen and I already have our own child, he is a boy. His name is Sihao. In order to commemorate the happy time we used to, his name has a longing for me." Bingbing hugged her child and looked at the smiling figure on the stone tablet affectionately.

"Yes, now everyone has their own families, only Yi and Xiaoxue. Xin, don't worry, we have settled down, and now Ya and Yan have gone back, and good news has also been heard from the United States. Your biological mother has fully recovered, so you should be happy for them." Meng stood next to Ze, her eyes never left the photo on the stone tablet.

"It's getting late, so let's go back early." Chen looked at his watch, then looked at everyone, and said carefully.

"Well, go back." Ze also responded.

"Sihao, we're going home. Let's come to visit my sister another day." Bingbing smiled reluctantly and looked at the baby in her arms. The baby looked at Bingbing with a naive look on her face.

Everyone left, and the moment they turned around, it seemed as if Xin was smiling at them from behind, but none of them could see them.

After three years, they still haven't forgotten Zhuo Xin. Maybe this is destined. A quiet life and slowly grow old. No one has ever had life and death facing life. Looking up at the sky and despising life, happiness will not stop there.

Autumn is the season of harvest, autumn is the season of sadness, and autumn is also the season of maple.

The leaves are reluctant to leave, and they cannot be exchanged for Feng’s recovery. Feng does not want to do it but cannot be saved……

It means that losing love is irreversible.

Maybe their stories still have many more...
Chapter completed!