When we first saw her, she was like a fairy in the mountains, with a graceful and refined appearance, as clear as blue. The young man shyly asked her name.
She said: "My name is Xiaoqing"
"Xiao Qing?" He was full of doubts and seemed puzzled, "Don't you have a first and last name?"
She shook her head blankly.
The young man opened his lips and his eyes were bright: "How about I choose a name for you!"
"It's as clear as frost and the flowers are falling, and it's as bright as silver. It's falling. It's clear, it's falling... How about calling it Qing Fall?"
Looking at his expectant eyes, she nodded with a bright face. From then on, she had a surname and a given name.
When we met again, her hair was in disarray, her skirt was torn, and her clothes were not covering her body.
His generous palms grasped her thin white neck, and he stared at her from above, his eyes turned cold and frozen. He tightened his fingers and watched her cry and struggle in his hands, and then he softly opened his lips: "What is your name?"
Her green clothes were like cicada wings, piled messily on her jade arms, revealing a large piece of thin back. She could not stop trembling under his palm at this moment, and her eyes were red with tears, and she looked at him with sadness, "Nu... Nuhu Qingluo."
The imprisoned palms were released as if they were hot.
Later, he lingered in her ear countless times, and kept calling in confusion, "Qingqing... Qingqing."
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