[Paranoid White Cut Black Poor Proton
Even if there are all kinds of good things in this world, to me, they are not as good as the wisp of fragrance in your hair or the touch of moonlight on your wrist.
The wind blew through the sea of flowers, and petals fell from all over the sky, touching his shoulders and falling into her hair.
Xie Chen looked into her eyes with desire, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, but his words were clear: "Princess, look at the rain of flowers in the sky, the fragrance is overwhelming, but the only thing lingering on the tip of my nose is the sweetness of you."
He raised his hand and gently brushed away a pink petal on her temple. His fingertips inadvertently brushed against her cheek, and he pulled it back as if he had been burned. The light in his eyes became brighter: "At first, I always guessed which flower was so special, but later I realized that this is not a fragrance that can be grown in any sea of flowers. It is refreshing and sweet, moistened with morning dew. Only when you stand here can the wind smell like this."
The petals were still falling, so he took half a step forward, and his shadow overlapped with hers on the flower ground.
"I have been searching for a long time, trying to find a word to match the scene at this moment, but after much thought, no matter how beautiful the words are, they are not as good as telling you - the fragrance that fills the sky is not as good as yours."
