At the beginning of summer that year, when she was watching the blond boy walking towards her on the rose wall, the roses were swaying with the wind, and the wind blew away the petals. The petals on the high wall fell down like rain, falling gracefully. Rose petals fell on Bei Huai's shoulders. He walked towards the wind, ruffling the bangs on his forehead.
When he first arrived, Beihuai watched her wipe away the gossip about him on the blackboard, and that figure was etched in his heart.
+ "If it's like the moon, it will always be bright and clear, and I won't be shy about the ice and snow to keep you warm."
+++Shen Qing: "This sentence comes from Nalan Xingde"
+++Beihuai: "What do you mean?"
+++Shen Qing: "If I could be like the full moon in the sky, waxing and waning, I would not be afraid of the coldness of the moon palace and send you warmth."
+++Be
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