In Lemondi, in the Andes Mountains of South America, it has been blooming for centuries.
Xiao Shaolai fell in love with Xi Meng, just like the lemon flower, which bloomed firmly and deeply in the depths of love. It grew so long that it erased time and traces of the surrounding scenery, guarding the flower of love that blossomed and fell. After ten years of entanglement, Xiao Shaolai still went back and tore open his newly healed wounds with his own hands, cutting off his only emotional escape route...
"Simon, I blocked everything."
"I know, even if I lose everything, you still have me."
Love is never cold, there is cherished warmth in it, which slowly drives away my wanderings in the cold winter, and gradually melts the ice and snow in my heart. I step on the ice melted by you in my heart, and miss you as thinly as ice cracks. Your gentle words are afraid of shattering this worldly beauty.
————Xiao Shaolai