"The jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water."
He looked at the last gorgeous afterimage on the horizon and whispered softly.
"Who is the beauty?" She widened her eyes, smiled slyly, and asked innocently.
"You." He smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to scratch her nose: "Xieyang, you are my love, better than thousands of flowers blooming.