"The face is as warm as the east wind, the heart is like the frost of the twelfth lunar month, and the intestines turn nine turns into a bottomless abyss. Leave a pool of spring water, raise your hands to love the flowers and grass, and wave your sleeves to fill the ground with fragrance."
Zijun buried his head in Wenxi's hair and chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Laughing at how similar we are!"
"How similar?" Wenxi frowned.
Zijun looked at him and traced his features with his hands, "Wenxi, my warm east wind, love for flowers and grass, and a pool of spring water are true to you, but your pool of spring water is only reserved for all living beings, and you don't care about those who fall in love with you, no matter how far away they are, Ling Xiao is like this, and I am the same...
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