When I first met him, he was a wealthy military businessman who was envied by everyone in Peiping. He spent a lot of money talking and laughing. When we met again in another country, he looked at her quietly in the crowd, smiled slightly and took her away in the surprised eyes of everyone. By some coincidence, the dreams of that girlhood were all about that one person. Times have changed, you protected me in troubled times, but in peaceful times, we were happy on our own. If possible, I probably don't want to meet you again.
"Lan Qing, I'm here." He looked at her with burning eyes, and his thin face had not rested for many days.
Lan Qing groped for it in the darkness and was kissed before the tears in her eyes dried.
"Ah Yao."
"I'm here." His voice seemed colder than his body temperature. Lan Qing knew that he was gone, but she still held his arm tightly and hummed softly a children's song that he had never heard when he was young.
She remembered the afternoon many years ago when she was sitting in the courtyard of the Rose Garden, tending to the roses in the garden. He came over with a smile and took out a bouquet of roses from behind. Such a cold and arrogant person would be shy, but his voice was still calm: "Although I gave you a garden full of roses, I still want to show you the good ones when I find them."
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