Suddenly, the coldness of winter disappeared, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of handsome eyebrows and his fur coat. He sighed softly as if talking to himself: "Hey, why do I always see you crying?"
"What?" She stood up slowly.
The young man came back to his senses: "Muleng'er, do you know that I have been waiting for you since morning until now? Well, the sun has gone home."
She followed his gaze and looked at the sky for a long time before saying, "Where does the sun come from on a sky like this?"
"..."
"Ah, you are teasing me." She turned around with a serious look on her face: "I know you, you are the young master, right?"
The young man had a heartbroken expression on his face: "Oh my god, did you just recognize me? My dear, China Yaqi, I have already recognized you, girl."
She burst into laughter, a brilliance that was even more brilliant than pear blossoms in spring, and the surrounding scenery dimmed. She was the only one reflected in his eyes, and a slight feeling of illness slowly grew... He raised his hand and touched her lightly.