Inexplicably, she thought of the willow branches above the moon, the fresh green moss under the rocks, the biting night wind blowing in from the cave, the violent Erjiu Lake during heavy rain, the smell of cigarette smoke when Han lowered his voice, and his words that Ruan Huang was a good girl.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her, a little confused. He didn't understand how the woman in his arms could say such words, as if he, Han Gao, was really insignificant. His heart was clearly burning with all her thoughts, thinking about the small pink mole on her collarbone and her transparent body. His nails were shining in the sun, he curled up like a cat when he missed her, and bit his lip when he cried because of her... But the more he clung to her, the colder his expression became, for no reason, just because he was Han Gao, and for his girl, she wanted to break his heart.
I have gained something I have never experienced before, and my heart is pure and enthusiastic. ——"Buddhist Scripture"