The snow is near the river, and ten years have not yet expired.
Ten years have passed, and I look forward to your return.
The sea is exhausted, but what is left is a drop.
The mulberry field is transferred, who allows one thought.
The flowers are blooming on the street, and you can return home slowly.
(Original female protagonist's perspective. There is less interaction with Pingxie in the early stage. She prefers daily life. There may be OOC. Slow-burning. BE booking [just booking]. Comments are welcome. Please give me some light comments.)