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Japan. Izu.

At the Hot Springs Inn, the spring cold had yet to disappear. Right now, it was a good time to soak in the Hot Springs. He lay in the hot spring for two days and one night, in a deep coma. The doctor said it was due to overwork.

Xuan came to see her several times, but after putting on her snow-white kimono, she looked pale and helpless. Her mournful face was filled with a clear coldness …

Actually, three days ago, they returned to Japan from China. She had passed out on the way to Ben, and when she came out of the meeting she seemed to have lost life. She had been in a glassy-doll state, and she looked beautiful, but she wasn't alive. The cherry blossoms were drifting in the wind through the paper gate. They were dialyzing in the sunlight, rippling with a cold, lingering fragrance. Xuan watched as she slept quietly, like an obedient angel sleeping in a daze.

His heart sank heavily and he slowly turned it over again. He used his slightly trembling hands to carefully comb her black hair, tidy up the bedding, and replace the pink and white octopus in the vase. In fact, he had repeated these simple actions hundreds of times … In the mirage of the cherry blossoms... Repeat... Overlapping...

Silently, he stood up and began to recite a poem. Ben's Harmony: "Why is the lamp moth bitter? It burns itself against the fire. "I have a crush on you and I'm burning my salary..."

The cherry blossoms fell, and like a wisp of a ghost's sigh, they quietly disappeared from his palm … It was slowly withering …

A few red cherry petals floated to the side of the tree, they stuck onto her hand like orchid petals. Under the light, her fingers were suffused with a layer of white light. The tender halo of light, the flower petals decorating the pinkish white fingertip, even more bright and clear as snow …

Xuan, he looked at his mother who was standing outside the door with a calm and dejected expression. He stood up, carefully pulled the door shut, and softly whispered to the servant. Afterwards, he walked with his mother …

He suddenly thought of something and hurriedly turned around, his face revealing an unnatural red color of nervousness. She was dizzy, but as she approached the gate, her movements were so gentle that it suffocated people. Slowly, she gently pulled open the painting. The paper door of the valley orchid garden and the orchid painting on the door frame were both elegant and beautiful. In contrast to his face, there was a hazy and clean beauty … It was like a jade bead that had been polished millions of times in the water. It had seeped into his body and turned into a kind of hurting warmth …

He was disappointed, but no one realized that a single tear falling from Mo Hongyi's eyes was just an illusion. She did not wake up, nor did she move. Her tranquility and beauty was enough to make people feel sorry for her …

Madam Liuchuan's eyes were filled with love as she quietly watched the scene, an unspeakable pain in her heart.

During these three days, one of the three children was sleeping peacefully, the other was standing guard haggard. What about the other one? Perhaps the other one was living a life worse than death. In just three days, they had been tormented to the point where they were in their prime. The human form had appeared …

Carrying the light on his back, the elegant figure seemed like a silent ink painting, gazing at the trees from afar in a tranquil and serene manner.

His gentle gaze was like a smooth and soft silk satin, twisting and turning about. Soft and soft, his gaze was like a smooth and soft satin, twisting and turning around.

"Xuan …" Mrs. Liushuan, walk over and hold him like you did when you were little. She took him in her arms to comfort him and carried him out of the house.

In Lin Shaya's pavilion, the spring water was flowing down, and the cherry blossoms were still in the air. Shi Yan was gorgeous.

"Mom, I love her! For the first time, I felt the pain of loving someone. It was a heart-wrenching pain! Seeing her like this, why does it seem like she is in more pain than if she were injured? "

The remnants of the eight cherry blossoms landed on his jet-black sandalwood, like a scorching hot heart trembling in the cold wind …

"Xuan, the eight cherry blossoms have bloomed. Do you know why the eight cherry blossoms have bloomed so late compared to ordinary cherry blossoms?"