When I saw Liang Moyun for the first time, I looked up in the mud and thought I saw Guanyin who was rescuing people from distress.
The man was dressed in plain clothes, holding flowers and smiling, and listened to the Suzhou Spring Rain with him for a while.
That was the purest moonlight in He Tingfeng's life.
When I meet you again, I feel like a stranger. Liang Moyun still looked compassionate, but he smiled and handed the hairpin to his heart.
"What's the similarity?" The man crushed the lantern in front of the Buddha and asked softly, "Bodhisattva will help you, I will help you, what are you going to fight with me for?"
He hated it for so long that he forgot about the sandalwood scent in the Buddhist hall that day.
But he didn't know that the first person to be tempted in that plan was the person who was supposed to be ruthless.
——You are the god I worship, and you are also the calamity I am willing to perish.
Concept: Admiration for natural landscapes