Brilliant meteors pierced the sky, and the crowd in the distance fell silent for a moment, and people silently expressed their hopes.
Qingji sat cross-legged on the lawn. The boundless plains are endless, hazy and rumbling, shrouded in mist. It seems like that night thousands of years ago, I never thought that once I fall, it will be difficult to rise again. She remembered the last time the two met. He was dressed in Tsing Yi and stood among the poppies, looking hazy.
"Qing Ji, I hope you will never meet me again."
Intent: sweet love, perseverance, fearlessness