See Spring Mountain

Ning Chunye had heard the name Jiang Jiashu many times before meeting him in person. Her mother's tone of voice when talking about him contained praise, so listening to her mother talk about him was a rare interesting thing in Ning Chunye's boring time. That day, my mother was in the dust, and the tears carried by the wind fell on her forehead. Her thoughts were chaotic, and the only thing she thought of was: So she will see the good boy her mother said in the future. He had ink-like pupils, and his slender and thick eyelashes were half-draped to cover the smaller part of his eyes. He was polite and courteous. She observed quietly, and the boy outlined in her mother's thin words became vivid, with flesh and blood woven into every word and action. Her eyes were burning, and she secretly affirmed her mother's words in her heart. This is indeed a good person. So she couldn't figure out why it happened like this. Starting from the bowl that was smashed in front of his door, just like the pain caused by the hot soup splashing on her calf, his calm eyes as usual made her feel like a light on her back for the first time.