I like to lean in his arms and smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, which is quiet and cold, and makes me feel heartbroken.
I also like to stare at his magnificent face, white as snow, until he melts under the moon. Looking back and smiling, this life is full of meaning.
Xiaoxue, which is popular all over the world, condenses the sun and moon into Qingmei. When I made up my mind to stop wandering in silence, I truly understood where my final destination was. The plums are clear as snow, and the snow is cold as plums. One of the two is indispensable...