Not close, not far

Under the camphor tree in June, there is a smell of parting. The arrival of graduation season has separated countless couples. "Gu Xianyi, I'll count one, two, three. Let's say goodbye. Under the camphor tree, in this June, we'll forget in the Jianghu." the girl was silent, tears flashed from the corners of her eyes, and kept sobbing. The boy also choked and twitched the ending of the story always has two flowers