"If you only had the last two years of your life, how would you spend it?"
"All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the charming garden..." He Shuying read softly, but his eyes looked at Lin Qingqian who was silently reading a book aside, "Do you think our names all come from this poem?"
Lin Qingqian raised her head, smiled and said, "Maybe."
Snow began to fall outside the window again, falling on the blossoming plum blossoms. It would be great if time stopped here.
"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk."
Intention: Human warmth and warmth
