Many years later, Qin Mu still remembered the light rain in spring and the first sight of the lost building.
The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the glazed tiles, broken branches and leaves, and the garden is filled with dust. It is a bit sad and beautiful like a dead butterfly in late autumn, floating gently into the heart. The deep courtyard and lush peach blossoms remain in the past.
Fortunately, after thousands of sails had passed, things had changed and people had changed. Xue He was still where his eyes could reach, where he could reach out and touch, standing happily with calm clouds and gentle wind.
(Nurture, Chihan, Pastoral, Slow, as for how slow... We'll see)