The year she first met Luo Yunfeng, she was five years old and he was nine. She is a sweet baby who makes people feel heartache and pain in their bones, but he is destined to be a child that makes people feel heartache. In that snowy winter, Mo Xiaomei and Luo Yunfeng's names were fatefully linked together. Everything was doomed from the first moment she saw him.
If it hadn't been for that lantern festival that year, if it hadn't been for that gloomy and mean prophecy...
However, so what? Who said she would leave? Is there anyone who knows her own heart better than her? She will definitely, definitely, never leave!
"Really?"...
"Really, unless... Hehe, unless you don't want me anymore..."
"I don't want you anymore, what should you do?"
"Then I'll leave..."
"Will you still be happy?"
"I will..." The innocent smile was so sweet that it seemed to drown him. He gently started to comb her messy hair again, "Really?"...
"Really?" She smiled into his warm palm: Because I will find other ways to make you happy even if I am no longer around you. In this way, I will be just as happy! She smiled and thought without saying it...
"Smiling eyebrows, alas! Silly little smiling eyebrows!" His sighing voice was like the dreamy chant of an elf in the wind, making people drunk with each note.
She lay beside his bed and got drunk and fell asleep...
It's pity, it's infatuation, maybe, it's just fate.