When Wen Ciyue, a female eldest boy, was six years old and met Ling Chuci for the first time, he was still a seven-year-old child. He didn't look like a Central Plains person.
Her hair is as golden as the sun and slightly curly, dazzling, as if it is emitting light.
Her eyes are bright blue, as beautiful as the sapphires inlaid on her rocker.
But his face looked like what a Central Plains person should look like. His fair little face was as expressionless as a mature adult, with his head slightly lowered and his eyes looking at the tea on the table. He didn't drink or touch it, but he seemed to be in a trance.
Seeing this, Wen Ciyue couldn't help but chuckle, but he didn't want to be listened to by the child. He looked at Wen Ciyue expressionlessly,
Wen Ciyue smiled softly at him, and the soft light in her eyes caught people's hearts so easily without warning.
Second meeting
Wen Ciyue looked at the child, who was no taller than her waist, and thought: This child is so cute, why are those people so blind?
"The little prince is the most handsome person Ci Yue has ever seen."
When I first met him, he was just a seven-year-old child, and to me he remained that sweet child throughout his life.
...
Ling Chuci met his moon, which was gentle and bright; he could laugh and make trouble with her without any precautions, and he could be less sad and less strong.
She is my moon, the moon that only belongs to me, Ling Chuci, throughout her life, life after life...
Concept: The little prince met his own moon, gentle and bright.
