Introduction
She remembered someone saying that talking about you to others is the way I miss you. At this time, Cheng Dongqing was all in her heart, but no one could listen to her thoughts. Only the dwarf holly that could be seen everywhere, and the dwarf holly that suddenly burst into her eyes, was the only way she could think of him. But there was no holly in this city that she could look up to.
He remembered that Xanthium had said that she would raise a cat named Qingtian and a dog named Tianqing, because she liked sunny days. Any weather other than sunny days would put her in a bad mood. Since she left, he would think of Xanthium every time he encountered rainy days, and he would think of her saying that the air on rainy days seemed to be able to pinch out the melancholy. And he hid in the sense of security brought by this gloom, allowing her to penetrate into his heart inch by inch.
His name is like a proud holly. Proud and upright, he bowed to her alone and always protected her.
She looks docile, like a small cocklebur. Prostrate in front of everyone. But it landed on his heart and nothing could be done to remove it.