A Peach Wood Comb

A gentle breeze rose in the garden, shaking the cherry blossoms, creating a shower of petals. The lattice window of the bedroom was wide open, allowing petals to flutter inside, creating a romantic pink carpet at the window’s base. Yuqian greedily kissed the person beneath him, their bodies pressed closely together, transferring his feelings into her heart with each kiss — to the place where the blood flows through the ring finger, he gently placed a pink diamond ring on her, kissed the back of her hand, and then pulled her into his embrace. “You should also learn to trust me, to believe that I will cherish you for a lifetime!” This was the sappiest thing he had ever said. Lai Hui looked out at the azure sky; perhaps he wouldn’t say he loved her, but he did love her; two years later, he might love someone else, but at this moment, she was the only one in his heart; one day, maybe neither of them would love anymore, but they would always remember the cherry tree by the window — and then, it would be the passionate summer! As the cherries fade, the irises will bloom purple!