In the early spring of that year, the young buds sprouted together with the girl's heart. Shen Shi was as warm and moist as the spring rain, but it only watered Jiang Ning's girl's heart.
The spring breeze turned into love songs, and the clear voice, filled with love, touched Jiang Ningying's white ears. The tips of her ears were red, and her expression was like a shy white rabbit.
Early spring turns to midsummer, and early autumn turns to cold winter. Shen Shi's hand held Jiang Ning's, his fingers passed between them, and they gradually intertwined, never letting go.