When her smile flashed in the sun, he picked up the Wushuang again, and the rain fell on the river, and a story began here.
Who said a person is quirky but always infatuated? Who said a person is free and airy but obsessed with this. After a cloud of mist, who will watch the vast world side by side with whom in the end?
Anyway, soft spot.
When I wake up from the dream many times in the middle of the night, my pillow is wet with tears, and I don't see the person beside me, I still have a soft spot for you.
When time tears apart the years, my body is completely damaged, and I don't see your smile, I still have a soft spot for you.
No frost, ripples, unparalleled in the world.
Fortunately, in the end, the mist and rain dissipated, and we are still here and have not left.
Yi An.