[YWW.ME] 2025.04.27 The fragrance is floating in the air, and there is no coincidence (Xi Ya)

A white cloak swept across the frozen clouds, and the dark pattern on the collar was like the shadow of the moon moving on the flowers. When the wind blew, thousands of clusters of ice cores fell like flowing springs in the folds of the clothes. Bending over to pick up the fragrance, the man and the white plum blossoms were covered with a lonely light.