Sliding step by step like this, walking carefully,
As if walking on a rope in mid-air,
On the rope of fate!
But Qinghe is no longer alone,
Looking at Qianye's thin shoulders and back,
Qinghe didn't understand where he came from so much.
Such a warm power?!
Just pull yourself along and go all the way!
And why did I only see him for the first time?
Will there be that feeling of familiarity and trust?
Called by his extremely familiar and beautiful voice,
Pulling ```
As if they were already accompanying you like this,
Walking for a long time, for a long time```
"Actually you can talk,
just like flowers
It blooms only when it is willing.
And you--"
Qianye said slowly,
Gently take Qinghe's hand
"You also speak when you want to,
Right?" Qianye's gentle voice
Qinghe almost suffocated.
Intention: