The snow fell early this winter, and New Year's Eve had not yet arrived, so everything was already white and cold. On this day, Li Yanyu was reading Liezi in the room around the stove, and Owen Yao barged in as if he were returning to his own room...
"I always feel that A-yu is as clean as a piece of jade. After thinking about it, I wrote this..."
Owen Yao's long hair spread down and fell on his shoulders. Li Yanyu stroked it again and again, and it was so soft that it seemed to melt, melt, and become crisp...
"Yeah."
Many years later, Owen Yao finally went boating on the Fuchun River in the gentle rain of the green mountains, but there was no such person as Li Yanyu around him.
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