I will never forget the way the young man looked at her under the shade of the mottled sycamore tree, which was clean and clear. In his eyes, she was open and bright.
Jiang Che would always remember the girl standing in the dim light of summer, with a smile on her face, tiptoeing and whispering in his ear. Only then did he realize that maybe in his world, he had already bowed to her.
Intention: The river sighs and the wind moves clear, and the week is full of peace and prosperity.