In the dark night, my fingers gently touched each unruly plum blossom, and finally touched his name. Another pain. As if struck by the memory, he immediately withdrew his hand and stared at those three words.
He still remembers the scene of enjoying plum blossoms together that year, reciting poems and chatting happily on Shengxue Mountain.
Leng Jun's side face was still in her mind, and every time she looked at her, she would be filled with incomparable affection. This look gives people an indescribable feeling. He must be a person with a secret, otherwise he wouldn't have those deep eyes, a sharp gaze that seems to be able to see through everyone.
Where are you now?
Xue Geqian.