"Mo Tingliu, so called, it is always like an admonition, always on the lips, as if urging people to leave." Ning Qianqian did not like Mo Tingliu's name, "But if I call you Tingliu, it will feel like I am tying you down, and I am very reluctant to do so."
"But I am willing."
Mo Ting flowed back to Ning Qianqian's hand, feeling the fusion of their body temperatures. The snow flew like catkins, covering the sky and the earth, drifting into her fur, as if it merged into one. Luo Shen's calligraphy seemed to be like the moon covered by light clouds, and fluttering like the snow covered by the flowing wind. Ning Qianqian had seen her standing in the sea of clouds, bathed in the moonlight, and now, he also saw the scene of the flowing wind covering the snow, holding her in his arms. There are rumors among the world that Mo Tingliu on Jingtian Mountain is the reincarnation of a goddess, which is not without reason.
Concept: Love is precious