I have seen the way his eyes are red, the way he is blushing, the way he purses his lips and chuckles, and the way his eyes are full of joy.
It was really as dazzling as the stars falling from the sky.
I met him all my life. That year in Chang'an, the lanterns were dim, and there was a Qingguo Tower in the most prosperous place.
I watched him walk up to me step by step, and then pass me by.
The lights flickered, and I turned around suddenly to chase his figure, but it was just a thin layer of coldness on the ground.
After I left Chang'an, it took four years before I came back.
I led the horse and wore a bamboo hat and walked silently on the street.
Passing by that deserted place during the day, I saw him leaning on the railing of the Qingguan Tower. He looked into the distance, seemingly worried.
Sad.
I look at him and everything is the same as it was four years ago.
(The introduction uses the attacking perspective, the article will use the receiving perspective, and will also switch to the attacking perspective.)
He is properly
Intention: Sansheng is lucky enough to meet you, even if it is sad, it is still love.