A Gentle Breeze Brushes My Face, I Like You

That day, the setting sun kissed the western hills, its afterglow falling on Jiang Jiu. Her eyelashes were long, and she had a delicate air about her, like a celestial maiden from the mortal world, too pure to be touched. Watching this beautiful sight, Song Mo's heart raced. The tender, unspoken feeling made her feel warm. She thought, this must be what it means to like someone. One glance was all it took, and she could never forget. From then on, Song Mo began her long journey of pursuing Jiang Jiu.