Song Yu, I don't know if you can smell the fragrance of peach blossoms in front of the Seven Stars Palace.
I like you, that is a long story, he is everywhere in my life. You told me to cut it off, but how to cut it off?
The wind blew a strand of hair scattered in the corner of his eyes, and Changan couldn't help but reach out his hand to smooth the hair on his face. This action is familiar yet unfamiliar, as if it has been done for thousands of years. Chang'an saw the man smile, his eyebrows curved, and he called her
"Nangong."
"I... My name is Chang'an."
"I know, Nangong."
Chang'an looked into his eyes, there was no ripple or emotion in them. Maybe there is, but Changan can't see it.
"Nangong, please remember, my name is Song Yu."
Chang'an smiled, "I remember, your name is Song Yu. But Song Yu, I am Chang'an."