Chen Chaoyang stopped Jiang Moli: "Hey, I wanted to tell you a long time ago, Jiang Moli, different people have different ways of living, so don't compete with yourself."
Jiang Moli lowered her head and kicked his shadow with her feet.
Chen Chaoyang stared at her: "Do you understand?"
Jasmine looked into Chen Chaoyang's eyes and nodded.
The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people very long. Chen Chaoyang glanced at the shadow at his feet, paused and said to Jasmine, "Let's go home."
Concept: The moss flowers are as small as rice, and we should also imitate the blooming of peonies.