Jing Jing told An Qing: "If a person is determined to disappear, all we can do is let go. Even if we find him and know his name, there is no meaning."
An Qing thought for a moment and said, "How do you know it's meaningless if you haven't tried it?"
Jing Jing couldn't help but laugh. She knew she couldn't persuade her anymore. The optimistic and innocent thoughts that belonged to young girls were so tenacious that they could only be chopped into pieces by the cold reality. There was nothing she could do.
The emerald green West Lake Longjing stretches and floats in the teacup of sky celadon, like naughty children. Take a deep breath, and the fragrance is refreshing. Quietly stroking the smooth porcelain, the curiosity in his heart grew like weeds - he possesses martial arts, excellent dancing skills, knows painting and tea art, but is so depressed that he works in a flower shop. What is the origin of this Ding Han?
An Qing made her feel uneasy. To be precise, it was An Qing's love that made her uneasy. Love is too strong and blind. Ding Han... That melancholic young man with an ambiguous identity and a "past", is he such a simple and passionate An Qing that he can love? The so-called legend sounds extremely beautiful, but it is definitely not something that anyone can carry!
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