There are trees in the south, don't stop thinking! There are wandering girls in the Han Dynasty, don't ask for help!
——Inscription
She never remembered when they met. Her memory of him began with the sentence: "What's your name?" She still remembered that she looked at him and replied clearly, word by word: "My name is Tian Mi, a farming field, sweet honey."
Tian Mi, Tian Mi,... Those past scenes kept flashing before his eyes. At the most important moment, the lights suddenly stopped and everything stopped. He saw a woman standing under the old banyan tree on the side of the road, her head lowered. Her entire face was hidden in the darkness and her face could not be seen clearly, but he knew it was her, it must be her.
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