The autumn water is clear, and oranges grow in Huaishan Mountain.
He held out his hand to her, palm up, his voice gentle.
She looked at him, glazed and white, with a scent of grass and trees different from that of orchid and musk deer.
He was novel and happy, so he took her with him wherever he ate, drank, fought, traveled, or read.
She timidly asked: "Can I marry you?"
He smiled and said, "The fireflies flowing in the Bermuda Valley are very beautiful. Are you willing to catch a few fireflies for me?"
"I don't know why, but I have never looked at her carefully before. Today, when we meet again after a long separation, my heart is full of branches, as if it is about to bloom."