That day she met him, he was only fourteen years old
He smiled politely at her, his clear eyes were like snow-capped mountains turning into water. The teenage boy was not so refined that his stunning appearance would be envied by everyone in the world, but he was still as handsome as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
The drizzle and slanting wind make the morning cold, and the light smoke and sparse willow trees make the beach beautiful.
"I'm not sad because you're going to die, but I don't know how to live without you."