"You must take me to Qingzhou Sea!" The little head was close to his ear, like a burst of flying snow from Huashan Mountain, brushing the tips of his hair.
He really smiled, looking at Luo Bai's retreating back.
"Definitely."
She who has never seen flowers bloom into snow and he who has never seen snow fall thousands of miles have different regrets, but they have the same state of mind.
Holding hands and meeting each other, looking back, we can see the flowers in Qingshi Sea turning into waves in the wind, while in the distant Huashan Mountain, the howling north wind blows away the snowflakes.
Conception: