Many years passed after that.
I always think that no matter how many years pass by, no matter how the appearance of my face changes with the silent years, no matter how many times the jade lotus as white as snow will wither, I will never forget that day many years ago, in a large field of white lotus intertwined like falling stars, the gentle sleeping look on his quiet face was revealed.
The first time in my life that my heart skipped a beat when I first met him, that young man who was as handsome as frost and snow.