She still remembers the wet tea book in Luoyang City.
He holds a scroll in his left hand.
He is picturesque in white.
His brows are as delicate as ink...
She thought that she had fallen in love with him - the way he looked when the lanterns were on and the sandalwood was gentle.
But, how long can this love last?
Then, then...
How many more can she wait for?
Overall, this is a light-hearted and sweet piece of writing. Don't be deceived by the artistic copy...
In short, even if I was tortured, I couldn't do it well, and I couldn't get rid of it, so I was struggling and wallowing...
The tea powder floating in the exquisite white jade cup always reminds me of something warm and elegant;
For example, a lotus blossoms in the midday sun...
For example, you... ——Cha Xiaomo