"Do you still remember that little monk in the temple?"
"He..."
He wears blue clothes.
It was the color of the clean and clear sky, which contrasted with the cold whiteness of the snow on her cheeks.
Those clear and bright eyes are like two jade stones lying in the stream, with a particularly charming luster...
"That's me!" He chuckled and placed a kiss on her forehead: "You don't remember, do you?"
Intention: Bamboo horses descend from heaven, and we cherish each other. Living in troubled times, surviving from desperate situations