Later, when Qin Zhiyi walked across the bridge, he would always slow down unconsciously. There are waves of smoke under the bridge and willows on both sides of the bridge. The scenery is still infinitely beautiful. She raised her head in the bright spring sunshine and moved her gaze into the distance. That memory lingered in her mind.
This feeling of faint sadness and faint joy made her feel very quiet.
Clear wind and clouds, light smoke from willows. It was the memory left to her from that time.
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