The world is full of flowers, and the thirteenth daughter of the Lu family, Lu Qing, is the most touching beauty.
Xie Anhe remembered that he first met Lu Qinghuan in the late spring of the twelfth year of Kangding.
At that time of year, the spring mountains were as beautiful as the sky, which was perfect for painting.
She picked up the pen and sketched, and he was fascinated by it.
When the mountain breeze came, he was confused for a moment and only remembered that her eyes were full of stars and her smile was full of magnanimity.
PS: I saved the manuscript and sent the first chapter with shaking hands.
Intention: I hope that wherever you look, the people will be safe and the fireworks will continue as usual.