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Madam Liuchuan, after taking off a bunch of eight cherry blossoms and placing them in Xuan's hand, did not directly answer his question.

"This, I'm not too sure …"

The gorgeous and unrestrained petals on his hand had a gentle touch, and the dew on the petals was still rolling.

"Because it is gathering energy, waiting for the day it will bloom. It is not in a hurry, it is accumulating energy in the darkness, on the day it opens, its grace and charm can even match up to ordinary cherry blossoms! "It may be hard to wait for the day of blooming, but it's worth it!"

Madam Liuchuan's hair was covered with residual cherry petals, and a captivating red color stained the front of her clothes. It looked like paint that had been splashed all over the place, flowing one petal at a time …

"Mommy, something as precious as the Guardian. Maybe it's the same as the Eight Cherry waiting to be released."

In the depths of her eyes, there was a layer of pure sorrow. It was so light that one could not see the bottom of it; light as a feather, light as a feather, light as a feather, light as a feather. What hurt the most was that it was light.

"Mm, protection is a kind of beauty, blooming is also a kind of beauty, even if it's only waiting for an instant for the radiance to bloom, it will disappear along with the wind …"

"Mom, I know. But my heart hurts, an uncontrollable pain! "

"The Eight Cherry's most beautiful time is when they wilt and fall, when they dance all the neon red! He did not want to monopolize the branch, but only wanted to be shocked for a moment. "So beautiful."

Xuan stared at the cherry blossoms that covered the sky, and after the branches blossomed, she once again miserably and beautifully withered away, feeling a wave of tranquility and serenity in her heart. A pure radiance, who said flowers were heartless, blossomed in tears, and even if they were crying they would dance to their heart's content, even if they were clearly crying … I never regretted it.

Mrs. Liuchuan took him to a quiet and elegant place. The aroma of tea wafted through the air on top of an ancient tea shop …

The green bamboo swayed and the spring water flowed in a long winding pattern. It poured straight into the trough, and in the trough, the cherry blossoms scattered with stars were rippling on the surface of the water, spreading out in circles …

Under the sunlight, the fine sand grains around the sink were glistening with a golden color. The light was fragmented, revealing a wave of heartbroken hesitation.

Mrs. Liuchuan walked to the cobblestone sink, picked up the golden sand, and stood in front of Xuan.

"Xuan, look at this sand. Beautiful, isn't it? "

"Yes."

Xuan watched as the sand sparkled in the sunlight. His eyes were filled with tears, but he was still immersed in his own distress. He paced back and forth again and again.

"I'll give them to you. If you like, hold them tightly, but don't let them go away …"

Madam Liushawa, with a clear and transparent light in her eyes, carefully placed all the fine sand in his hands.

Xuan gradually tightened his grip and held them up … Tighter and tighter... and the more sand gets lost, the faster...

"Hiss, hiss …" The sound of sand falling from the palm of his hand...

"Hiss, hiss …" Continuously sliding... It was merciless. It slipped through his fingers...

Xuan Wu opened her eyes wide, looked at them, and mercilessly walked away … There's no turning back...