Pei Jing was quiet for a while, squatted on the steps, folded his hands around his knees, and suddenly said carelessly, "Jiang He, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
"Are you confessing?" Jiang He smiled and leaned over to look at Pei Jing, who was curled up into a ball. He stretched out his hand to rub his short hair that had just been washed and was still wet, and spoke half-jokingly.
"I don't know." Pei Jing looked at him blankly. The moment their eyes met, he felt his heart skip a beat. "I just feel that this world is big and gorgeous. The four seasons are gentle and beautiful, and the wind, flowers, snow and moon are all romantic. The stars are very bright, and I just want to watch them with you alone."
Intention: If the front is you, then I am willing to travel thousands of miles.