C245 Epilogue of pomegranate

In the spring of March, when the peach blossoms were in bloom, the pomegranate opened the window in front of it and a ray of sunlight shot in. Her eyes narrowed as she looked in the direction of the rising sun. Her lips curled up.

The sound of slippers kicking came from the room, and the sound came from far away, and in an instant, it was behind him. The man put his arm around her waist