Ye Shuang sat on the tall old sweet-scented osmanthus tree and murmured comfortably and contentedly: The fish said, you can't see my tears because I am in the water. The water said, I can feel your tears because you will always live in my heart.
Under the tree, Lin Yuhan, who was as gentle as jade, was smiling lightly and looking at himself quietly.
Ye Shuang smelled the sweet scent of osmanthus, lingering all over her body.
Conception: