When I was filling in this copy, outside the window, there were snowflakes flying all over the sky...
I looked at the snowflakes, the whiteness that seemed both tangible and intangible, passing by the window in front of me.
Then... There was no more
Dongfang Qingci caught a soft snowflake: "This is my love."
Helian Linchen's warm palm covered Celadon's palm. Qingci felt the coldness of the snowflakes in his hand gradually fade away, and the palm of his hand was moist but extremely warm. Qingci raised his eyes, and Linchen said with a clear smile: "This is, my love."
Withdrawing her hand and lowering her head, Qingci turned around and walked towards the depths of the snowflakes...
Love has always been deep, but the relationship is shallow
Since the love is deep, why fear the shallow fate?
At this moment, the snowflakes stopped flying and the world became clear...