He called her a stream, a stream flowing freely in the mountains. It was clear and gentle when it was quiet, and full of vigor when it moved. Unknowingly, it had already disturbed her heart.
Time passed several times, but her and his hearts were still where they were, waiting quietly.
PS: This article is also called "May you be gentle and affectionate to me"
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