In that life, under the city gate, they met for the first time and their eyes met. He looked at her with a carefree smile and smiled for the first time in his life.
But for this long-lasting love, I can only recall the youthful days at that time.
Who loves me under the Nine Springs?
Who
And forgotten on the Nine Springs.
Who is crying? The crying darkened Sirius.
Who is laughing? His eyes are filled with desolation.
In this life, the ancient streets were peaceful and they met unexpectedly.
Flowers bloom and fade, the sea changes, and fate reincarnates. Not everyone is so lucky to be able to remember and find it.
Thousands of hectares of Yaochi, the flowers are shining brightly.
Fortunately, she remembered him, the era filled with smoke, and...
The Mo Yan who had been waiting for her for two lifetimes.
"Luo Chen Zi Mo Yan"
In this life, they will live up to each other and guard this Luo'an and the stories here, and the tea here has its own taste, whether it is the peach blossoms on the tip of the tongue, or the green bamboo engraved on the heart, or the Longjing, sweet... But what kind of tea is it?
Who knows?
Just like the future of Mo Yan and An Ruoshuo,
Who knows?