Xu Xiangjin in the distance smiled and waved to him. The sun shone down and the young man stood in the light.
Like a god.
Shang Yanqiu was in a trance, as if it didn't feel real.
Until the young man walked up to him, holding a bouquet of white roses in his hand.
"I happened to see it. I heard you like it." Xu Xiangjin scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
Shang Yanqiu held back a smile and took the flower.
The rose exudes a faint fragrance, lingering in the heart and lingering.
Intention: A gentle encounter, the salvation of the soul.