A simple smile.
The lives of two people are entangled.
The rice dumplings on the table were still smoking white.
Just like the silly smile on your fair face.
Over the years, I have tried many fine meals in high-end hotels, but I have always felt that they are not as good as the bowl of fermented glutinous rice dumplings served in that dilapidated hut.
I have walked so many roads and seen so many scenery over the years, but I always think that the fourth floor of Building 2 of the Pulp Factory where we lived together is the most beautiful.
I have met so many people over the years, and among them there are also beautiful children like you in fairy tales, but I can't forget that you and I were like dependent flowers and stems, growing brilliantly under the young and gray sky.