When Qingming saw Amo for the first time, he was playing in the grass. His expensive brocade clothes were covered with grass clippings, and his fair and round face was stained with mud. He raised his dirty face and looked at Qingming, and said with a silly smile: "Qing, Ming."
In the next twelve years, Qingming never saw His Highness the Sixth Prince's innocent and sweet smile, with a hint of silly smile. However, one day, he saw the grown-up Amo lying in his arms, smiling wantonly and wildly, lying on top of him and whispering softly: "You are mine."
Wear plain clothes and don't sigh in the wind and dust. It's still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.