In the 13th year of the Republic of China, when I returned from studying abroad, I took a photo of myself in Fengyue Tower and saw you in love.
The gods don't know my heart, but you made me confess. That day I raised my eyes and looked directly at Bai Mingyao, and said just this.
She was swaying, her eyes were moving, and there seemed to be stars flashing in her eyes. "Young lady has seen the lights of a foreign market, how could you be seduced by a slave?"
I couldn't stop laughing. I have seen the last teardrop of the Atlantic Ocean, and I also know the enthusiasm of the people of Bayinbuluke, even if the pearl on the West Pole boundary monument shines against the setting sun.
In the end, I couldn't match your eye-catching gaze, which made me fall into despair.
