It was foggy and drizzling, and Qin Shengge went into a flower shop to avoid the rain.
The owner of the flower shop, Shen Yiren, saw the visitor pushing a wheelchair alone and asked if she wanted to come in to take shelter from the rain. It would be warmer in the shop.
Hearing the sound, Qin Shengge looked back and met Shen Yiren's eyes, ripples filled her heart, forgetting the three thousand worlds. From then on, the galaxy was boiling with worry.
It is the calmness of shedding bitter tears, it is the care of carefully smoothing your scars and licking your wounds. You are my guide on my dark journey.
Death does not mean that fate has ended, but that you have gone to the new world first. The long road you have not yet traveled, I will walk it for you; the bright heat you have never seen, I will look at it for you.
Dear Shen Yiren, even if your body is dead for the rest of your life, I still want to believe that your soul will still be there.
I am not honored to have a good rest of my life.
Intention: Love is for you to cross the obstacles of mountains and rivers, to write about the waning spring mood, the gorgeous summer flowers, the dyeing of autumn leaves in the forest, and the dance of winter snow. I just want you to know that my eternal love star is eternally hot in the dusk where morning and evening intertwine.