When I first met him, he was two feet taller than me. He was wearing a blue brocade robe, and every button from the bottom of the robe to the collar was made of gold. Around his waist was a goose-yellow jade pendant the size of an egg. His eyes were even colder, as bright as if they were immersed in crystal. Later I found out that his eyes were injured and he couldn't see me.
When I met him again, he was the most famous young master in Shanghai. He was dressed in military uniform, and under his heroic sword-shaped eyebrows, he still had the same eyes as bright as cold stars many years ago, but I became an enemy of him.
It wasn't until that day when he pushed me hard against the wall that he finally recognized me, but sneered, "Is it you?"
I was hit by him against the wall and felt pain from behind. I turned my head to face him. His warm breath on my face reminded me of that night. I couldn't help but feel indifferent for a moment, and said with a half-hearted smile, "It's me."
Intention: love