He hadn't dreamed of her for a long time.
She stood in the snow, and the heavy snow in the sky was so quiet that she didn't want to disturb this bewitching beauty. All you can see are big flowers of white snow, pure and bright, like thousands of white butterflies, dancing leisurely. Stars of red plum blossoms quietly adorned the branches, complementing her fiery red dress.
The delicate fragrance of plum blossoms surrounded him wantonly and quietly, and it was like her faint fragrance, seeping into his heart bit by bit, gently and softly melting into a pool of soft water in his heart.
He looked at her without scruples, boldly, directly, tenderly and intently.
Just looking at her like this was rare.
After a long time, she slowly turned around, and a gentle smile gradually appeared on her ice-like clear eyebrows.
"Brother Huan."
It wasn't him who called.