The sour rainy season of that year was the boy's first acquaintance. The young man who was supposed to be bright and furious, carefree and high-spirited, had a coldness that shouldn't belong to him. But fortunately, he met him, and Gu Fengjin was like a sharp blade, cutting through the haze on the horizon, bringing a glimmer of light. Lin Yi'an wanted to grab it, but he did, but the sweat on his hands made it impossible for him to grab it...
Intention: The spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoofs, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.