If life were a great river, that would be passion. If life were a range of distant mountains, that would be perseverance. If life were a poem, that would be talent!
But right now, her life was like a painting, a truly, truly beautiful painting, so beautiful it made her want to curse.
A pool in the evening glow, two shadows, three steps, and four white poplar trees beside the water.
Shen Enyi remembered the room of Brother Ye Feng, with its red bed, white walls, and picture of a roc spreading its wings. She remembered chickens flying into the road, flapping their wings and crowing. She remembered sunflowers glowing golden in the summer sunlight. She remembered the crystalline rain of grapes, the shy kiss of a butterfly on a flower, and all the sweet and lovesick words of the world.
At the same time, she also remembered the afterglow before her, and how they had spent it together!
Jiancheng, as long as we have love in our hearts, we can make a city of light!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
