The young man was dressed in white and looked like snow. He pursed his lips and smiled enchantingly.
This was the first time Su Shi met him.
Since then, in countless midnight dreams, Su Shi could always think of the young man in white standing in front of the stall in the bustling market, smiling at him and raising his eyebrows.
Time flies like water, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye
When they met again, Su Shi was no longer a young man who was aloof from the world.
Lu Liangxia is no longer the smiling young man in white.
When we meet again, the people who walked hand in hand that year are now facing each other with swords.
"It turns out that you and I have missed so much..." Tears fell from the corners of Su Shi's eyes and fell into the heart of the man holding the long sword.
"Su Shi..." He murmured to himself, gently touching the familiar face with his hand.
It turns out that you and I are no longer the teenagers we were back then.
Epiphyllum is easy to fall, and prosperity is gone. No matter what, what you miss will never come back.
The lost time will never come back again.
The smile of the past will never bloom for him again.
Lu Liangxia narrowed her eyes slightly and leaned against the door. The jar of wine was tilted slightly and spilled all over the floor.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the man saying to him: "You must come back quickly."
He chuckled lightly and took another sip of wine, his snow-white clothes fluttering in the wind.
"Okay."
You've been waiting for me for so many years, it's my turn to wait for you.
Su Shi.