"Afu, wait for me -" The man walked up the mountain carrying the bamboo basket. It was snowing in the twelfth lunar month.
"Okay." Her cold face turned red from the cold, and her eyes were looking at the direction he was leaving, her gray-blue robe gradually disappearing into the paleness.
Year after year, year after year, countless twelfth lunar month and snowy days, he never came back.
Ah Fu often sat in the sun and let herself go. She closed the door to the changing world outside the window. Until that year, someone complained outside the window, saying that the boy was really naughty by nature. He even burned the scriptures and made a mess in Qingxin Pavilion.
She suddenly smiled. This boy looked so much like him back then.
Then, she attached herself to his body. The young man had clear eyebrows, shaped like a long sword, and a pair of eyes as beautiful as stars. She almost shed tears with joy. This face was so similar to his.
Countless nights, but never a night so peaceful. That's great. Ah Fu thought in his arms.