The two people, who originally had their own trajectories, got close to each other in the crowd.
After the dust settled, they were like thousands of ordinary couples, walking hand in hand amid lively fireworks. They were also like dust particles destined to meet in the universe, attracting each other and falling in love.
From then on, she no longer drifted with the wind and rain, she made an unwavering choice.
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Fan Chumian has indeed been like clouds in the sky for the rest of his life.
She is a poem written and revised by the sky. When the wind comes, it is broken into wadding, and when the light comes, it is dyed into gold. Even the shadow is light enough not to bend a flower.
She has no shape, but she hides thousands of appearances. Sometimes she is soft cotton for the warmth of the sun, and sometimes she is pure black silk for the moon.
She walked very slowly in this life, but she could go around the mountains and rivers. She didn't stay long, but she could make every drop of rain remember the cloud in the sky.
As for Xia Xiaozhi, it is the candlelight, destination and final chapter. It is the warm light that illuminates her journey, the harbor that receives her wandering, and the final chapter that writes her half-life poetry.
Intention: Destiny is that the end of all my wanderings will have your name written on it