"Yan Zhiyu, how much do you think a feather weighs?"
He thought for a while, then met her eyes and said firmly and seriously: "It's immeasurable."
"Obviously she appears and falls lightly. When you see her, reach out and grab her - it takes a lifetime of strength to make her believe in you. But when she really falls in your palm, you will realize that she has not entrusted her life to you."
Lin Jiayu looked at the cake in front of him, and time passed very long and very short. After a moment, she raised her head, her beautiful eyes curled up, a smile appeared on her lips, and her whole body was soft and bright by the warm light.
"I don't need to make a second wish."
However, when the feather fell into Yan Zhiyu's palm, he held it tighter than anyone else, but he was the only one who was left behind.
The intention: to let her be free from restraint, let her wings stretch freely, and protect her loyally.