Mo Yizhou, he has a pair of eyes as deep as the lake in winter, as if he can see through people's hearts. The bridge of his nose is tall and straight, like a mountain peak looming in the clouds and mist. And his lips, with clear lines, were full of determination and courage. He was the person Song Suisui had secretly loved for many years.
Song Suisui gently tidied her hair around her ears, her movements revealing a kind of casual elegance. People around her seemed to be attracted by her appearance and cast curious glances, but she just smiled indifferently.
When they meet again.
Song Suisui: "So many people like you in Mo Yizhou, why don't you fall in love?"
Mo Yizhou: "Idiot, I haven't realized it yet, it's because I like my little ones!"
Later, winter came quietly.
Snow fell all over the capital, and they hugged each other.
"May my life be safe every year, and I love you every year!"
"I just said we will meet again."
Intention: As long as people are here, water will always flow, and this feeling will never end.