"Li Yichen, come here and let the wind blow."
"I'm here, you can find it..." The young man smiled slightly, and the gray fog in his eyes seemed to have melted away.
The girl patted his shoulder gently.
Their hair was fluttering in the wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on their faces, reflecting on each other.
She whispered silently, Hello, we meet again...
In my eyes, you are made up of countless phantoms pieced together. If we meet again, let's go to the rooftop to blow the wind against each other again.
Intention: Cherish the people in front of you, don't wait until the flowers are gone and the branches will be broken.