"Guo Guo, maybe I can go with you."
"Then I might be able to accommodate you for a few days."
This is the fastest conversation between Guo Feifei and Liu Yi. As for the promptness of the conversation due to execution, the result has already been revealed as soon as the words are spoken, and the topic changes.
Guo Feifei doesn't know why she likes Liu Yi.
"Love can be compared to a poppy. It is unforgettable when you touch it. When you smoke it, the pain is accompanied by pleasure. It hangs in the air, curling up into balls of smoke, diluting all the pain. Love can also be like a zebra's color-changing pen. You can only know the depth of the color after writing a stroke. But no matter what the ratio of red, yellow and blue is mixed, it is all gorgeous at a glance."
Guo Feifei left deep and shallow footprints on the snow. When she saw a series of left and right footprints in front of her, she carefully stretched out her feet and stepped into the neat white pits that were sunken. Her feet were not big, covering the formed pits, with an uneven margin around the edges.
The clouds fluttered leisurely, forgetting that the snow had ever existed.
Everyone's feet are different in size, but interest drives Guo Feifei to follow in the footsteps of others. In the vast whiteness, no one would notice or think of such a skinny little girl walking by...
"Then... If Liu Yi was here, would he..."