Later one day, when the branches and leaves of the Poinciana tree were in full bloom like fresh stamens, casting patches of shade on the window lattice and green tiles, and the elegant fragrance filled the ends of her clothes and hair, Liu Qingqing remembered meeting Shi Fanhai for the first time.
At that time, she was trying to get up while clawing at the rockery rocks beside her feet. The scorching sun above her head made her dizzy.
Of course, I don't remember much about the young man standing under the poinciana tree, and his deep and clear voice; I also don't remember the naked impatience in that beautiful voice, asking Shi Zhongyu who was standing next to him: "Do you want me to help you kill her?"