I Wish You a Clear Sky Outside the Mountains

"What is your dream?" "Stay away from this mountain, stay away from this home, and become a writer who writes all over the world." A gentle breeze blew over the hills, blowing their hair. Bai Shengnan raised the pen in her hand to face the sunset, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her usually plain face became gleaming. Su Xiangsong stepped on a stone, looked at her with his hands in his pockets, and smiled. Bai Shengnan turned to look at him, "Where's yours? Your dream?" The young man turned his back to the setting sun, and the sun did not shine on his face. "My dream..."