The astringent algae fragrance from the south of the Yangtze River dissolved in the water, mixed with the sweet scent of newly bloomed gardenias and lingered around her.
She bent her legs and reached out to reach for the gardenias that had fallen by the water. Unexpectedly, a pair of hands as white as moonlight retrieved a scent of water from the water and inserted it diagonally into the side of her hair.
She lowered her head and saw Qin's distorted green figure in the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River. Her hands on the bluestone board touched the cold flowing water.
She smiled slightly but didn't look back.
Reliving old dreams, old friends have passed away.
A fragment about An Lingrong