The first time Chen Jingmi met Li Qingyan was during the coldest winter in his memory in many years.
The little Taoist nun was dressed in plain white, her eyes were clear and distant, and her eyes were very bright when she looked at people, so bright that he couldn't look away.
"I have traveled so far, I wonder if I can bother you for a few days."
——Thousands of pear blossoms were blooming on the trees. Being stirred by the cold voice, the young general remembered this poem for some reason. But what the previous sentence was, he tried his best to think about it but still couldn't remember it.
The warm spring in my impression has never come again.
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