The night is as clear as water, and the white shadows on the city wall are particularly vivid in the dark night. The smile is like a flower blooming into snow, like a viburnum in your hand. Shan Yuan gently lifted Ye Shixiu's chin and kissed the moonlight-stained lips. It was slightly cool, and the soft touch seemed familiar yet unfamiliar.
Ye Shixiu took out his pen and ink and described it one by one: the bright moon and the lone star, the towering city walls, the flying flags, the heroic man in military uniform holding a bouquet of bright white and soft Qiong flowers in his hand, frowning slightly, and his black hair waving.
"General, you took my flower and kissed me. Have you already agreed to give me your life?"
Intention: Believe, know each other, love each other, protect each other, and stay with each other.