The shifting sunlight, the ancient city walls, the familiar streets, the flow of people coming and going, the constant noise, restlessness, and disputes... The people from Beidi moved to Ningcheng. There were storms and constant conflicts. They fell in love.
Boundless drizzle, an oil-paper umbrella.
When he asked about her past, she lowered her eyes and hesitated to speak.
That nervous and secretive look makes people want to explore.
Shen Zhaowu moved the umbrella over her head: "Even if you are a spy, I won't care."
Jiang Liudan's eyes were suddenly filled with sparkling light.
Shen Zhaowu: ... Could it be true?
Ningcheng Street is as crowded as ever.
She moved excitedly among the people coming and going, causing him to keep blocking the people next to him with his hands, and half-circling her to create a space to ensure that she would not be squeezed.
Because he was too close, Jiang Liudan became nervous: "You, you can leave a little bit."
Shen Zhaowu was indifferent and cursed in his heart: "How can you reveal your admiration when you are far away?"
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