"Write a letter."
There was a whisper in the ear and a gentle hug between the clothes. He let go instantly and strode away. Chic and casual.
The moonlight is floating, the fragrance is faint, and the shadows of the flowers stand out against the snowy clothes, making them seem like they are floating away. No one could see the mist rising instantly in the other's eyes.
On the second day, we bid farewell outside the pavilion. But there is only one sentence.
"Yutang, I hope I can accompany you to laugh drunkenly for thirty thousand times..."
"Don't complain." He replied with a smile.
Conception:
You guys must be patient