I thought that was our first meeting.
It was in a temple with a lingering Sanskrit sound.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes were stained with ink, his lips were stained with crimson, and his elegant clothes were rippling in the wind. The red wall and green bamboo behind him are more beautiful than ever seen before.
At that time, I just saw that he was handsome, and compared with the tall bamboo behind him, I felt that it was special. I didn't know that it was my heartbeat.
Later, I thought, if my heart is moved, then I am moved, and if I marry him, I don't know that there will be so many complications behind it...