"You're drunk." Xu Yourou said firmly.
Under the moonlight, the girl's figure was reflected in the boy's cold and translucent eyes. There was inevitably a bit of cold wind in the winter night, but standing next to him it was not cold at all. There was still a faint warm breath coming from time to time.
"What about you? Are you afraid of me?" He turned a blind eye to Xu Yourou's answer and only insisted on this childish question.
"Of course I'm not afraid." She answered perfunctorily, but Su Yanqing smiled happily. There seemed to be something mixed in that smile, like the thief in amber, revealing a strange beauty.
When she sat on the stone steps and looked at him, the moon passed by so beautifully. The two shadows under the moonlight were inexplicably intertwined and spread to the end of time.
Purpose: To commemorate that boy