In late spring, the water was still a little bit bitter, and I spent a long time playing with the immature fish in the water before I poked my head out of the water.
Accompanied by the glistening lake water, my vision gradually became clear, and I saw Mu Chiqing, wearing a green shirt and thin sleeves, standing under the Qionghua tree, staring at me from a distance with cold features and eyes.
The dim moonlight illuminates the quiet woods, the birds and insects are silent, the leaves occasionally rustle behind them, and a sparkling lake reflects the boundless night sky.
The surface of the lake suddenly trembled. I came to my senses and reached out to pick up the things that fell on the lake.
It is a piece of viburnum petals that have long ceased to bloom in the viburnum valley.
Mu Chiqing walked slowly, the gravel crunching under his steps, and the mountains were green. Through the transparent barrier, I couldn't see his expression, and I could only hear his emotionless voice:
"It's you."