Lingbo was no further than Hengtang Road, and with a startled glance, he had already secretly felt that he didn't know what to think. During the Qingming Festival that year, it was still drizzling in the sky. Cui Yan was dressed in green clothes and holding a black umbrella, wandering alone in the bluestone alley. The young man rode away on horseback, his heart like the scorching sun.
Conception:……