As dusk spreads across the hills and fields, green shoots sway gently in the evening breeze. Time writes with a tender hand, tucking unspoken thoughts and feelings into the changing seasons, from dawn to dusk.
This is a gentle, unhurried encounter, and a journey toward one another that slowly unfolds.
“Xu Qinghe, I understand how quiet, reserved, delicate, and sensitive you are. But when you're with me, you only need to be my girl.”
“Chen Yan, we can always rely on each other.”
