The white pear I thought was the white pear that comes with the pear blossoms in March.
The Bai Mo I thought was Master Bai Mo with squinting peach blossom eyes and a slight smile.
The Shen Ziyu I thought was the handsome and shy scholar husband Shen Ziyu.
But it's all just what I thought.
I had a dream, dreaming that Bai Mo and little me were standing by the Shen River, with pear blossoms falling all over our shoulders.
Bai Mo looked at me, stars reflected in his eyes.
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