She half-opened her mink fur shawl with loose slings, and her eyes were like a haunted ghost staring at the person in front of her. "Don't leave." Her jade-like arms hooked around her neck. "Who am I?" "My person, the one I love." "Have you thought about it?" You have thought about it, you have already thought about it. Since the warm evening breeze in the midsummer of that year, the seed of ignorant love has been planted in the girl's heart. She loves her young man's bright clothes and angry horse, and she loves her tenderness like water and warmth like jade.
Intention: Always surrender to tenderness and romantic love