Chapter 391

‘How should I face all the cold and warm winds that paint my face with sadness?

‘How should I think of the past and the future that are all filled with pain?

‘From now on, my heart will never be clear again.

‘From now on, the mountains will never look green again.

‘I’m afraid to look at the fallen autumn flowers.

‘I’m afraid that the flowers in spring will look like tears.’

After Silvia read the poem word by word, she felt goosebumps all over her body again.

‘Gosh, what kind of cliché poem is this?’ She could feel a wave of literary and artistic aura fill her.

After searching online, she found that it was an ancient love poem.

Silvia thought of the collection of poems Ryan had put on the bedside and was utterly speechless.

It was said that a mere age difference of three years would lead to a generation gap. She was six years younger than him—that would make a wider generation gap.

However, she had to admit that it seemed appropriate for him to use this poem to describe h