"Teak wood, 'There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and I am pleased with you, but you don't know it.' Now you are pleased with me." Song Yuehuan slowly raised his hand and held Lin Youmu's shoulder, looking at her motionlessly with eyes full of love. "I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love." After a while, Lin Youmu replied firmly. "I'm happy". Song Yueyuan smiled like a child and hugged her tightly. The pomelo branches sticking out from the wall were filled with fragrant white flowers that swayed gently in the spring breeze. The refreshing floral fragrance drifted to every corner of the alley.
Intention: Youth