Long Fei put down his wine glass and looked at Ruo Hua again.
I saw that the hands she covered in front of her face were very round and small, and the skin on the back of her hands was like snow. A ray of sunlight slanted on her fingers, making them look whiter and more delicate. There are ten round little dimples on the onion tube-like finger joints, which are really cute.
Long Fei thought to himself: "Such a beautiful hand can actually hit someone with a cow bone."
When I looked carefully, I saw a few drops of yellow and bright butter stuck to the thumb and index finger of her right hand. Long Fei was secretly amused and said, "Hua'er, Long Fei remembered a little song..."
Intention: The feelings of family and country that have gone through all hardships, the billowing world of mortals is like passing smoke.