Death Queen's Revenge Game

The sky was bright and clear, with white clouds floating in the air, making it seem a little quiet.

Yuxin was driving the car and suddenly made a turn and "braked--" the sports car stopped perfectly.

This is a place like a park, but I don’t know that there is a layer of meaning hidden behind it that no one wants to think about...

Nothing has changed at all, it's still the same.

Yuxin walked out of the car slowly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, so obvious and dazzling. She was so sad that she didn't even know what words to use to describe it.

Walking on the green grass, a cool breeze blew by. Yuxin subconsciously hugged her shoulders and continued walking forward.

When he came to an iron door, he took out the key from his waist and opened the iron door.

Walking in, it was a lavender field. The purple and endless lavenders were blown by the breeze and turned into a purple wave. It was really beautiful.

Lavender is known as the 'Queen of Vanillas'. When it blooms, the fragrance of this light blue-purple flower can be smelled as far as ten miles away. What's even more wonderful is that you can smell it while standing in a large flower field.

The fragrance is still light and gentle, and when I walk leisurely through the flowers, there is a cold fragrance left on the corner of my clothes, which is far away like the feeling of first love.

The fragrance of lavender is neither as light as jasmine nor as resentful as tuberose. It is so peaceful and beautiful. It goes its own way and doesn't care about other people's opinions. People who like it will like it very much, and people who don't like it will like it very much after smelling it once.

Avoid it, such a unique fragrance is always connected with the farther and deeper melancholy. Melancholy, but not resentful, like the faint moonlight after autumn, like longing across thousands of rivers and mountains.

The love for the fragrance of lavender is a complex, an attachment, and a nostalgia complex. Among the various fragrances, it does not have the strong emotion of roses, nor is it as indifferent as lilies, but it cannot be erased in any way - it is the feeling that remains after the wind.

The fragrance that stays in my heart, the faint moonlight in the clear night, the music flowing from the violin, the old clothes unearthed from the bottom of the cabinet; it is the peach blossoms in March when I was a boy, even the color of the sun begins to peel off, and in love

The smile of the boy outside is still bright; it is an unfinished dream, and when I wake up, I can only feel the melancholy that cannot be resolved... Or, rather than saying that lavender is a large field of purple blooming in the field, and the fragrance floating in the air,

Rather, it's something in memory.

memory......

Just like lavender, the stories that once happened here are like yesterday's smoke and clouds, distant and gentle, extremely faint, yet engraved in the bottom of my heart...

In a dazed moment, I realized that the language of lavender flowers is waiting...

What are you waiting for? Yuxin kept asking herself in her heart. Thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, but she still couldn't find the answer.

Is it friendship or...

When seeing large tracts of lavender, someone will always say just breathe, you can see the miracle, which means that as long as you breathe hard, you can see the miracle.

And I have been breathing for so long, but the miracle still hasn’t happened?

Aren't they all lies?

It's all a lie.

Deceptive.

As Yuxin thought about it, sadness arose spontaneously.

The miracle I had been waiting for for so long never happened.

That's right, I never have any hope.

Because, I know: if there is no hope, there will be no disappointment. Therefore, I will never be disappointed.

Won't be disappointed, never...