There were only a few lines in the letter sent: "I have no talent, Jiang Lianshu, I have doubts and want to ask Liu Shaoxia for advice. It's freezing cold and I can't sleep alone. In my dreams, I often see the earth rejuvenating, the river wind supporting the willows, and the sweetheart returning slowly. I'm afraid that lovesickness will cause illness, what's the explanation?" "River wind supporting the willows" came into view, and Liu Linfeng was stunned for a moment, thinking. I don't know where my thoughts drifted to a gentle river. Under a willow tree with swaying branches, Jiang Lianshu sat leaning against the tree, closing his eyes and taking a nap in the faint shadow of the tree. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth... Liu Linfeng blurted out: "Jiang Lianshu, this despicable vixen, actually set a trap for me..." But the smile couldn't stop spreading on his face. A few rays of sunshine climbed onto the letterhead, which turned out to be particularly beautiful.