The girl's voice was refreshing: "The wine from Baoding in the west, I found it in a small village..." Like the gurgling water in the creek hitting the bluestone, it was crisp and cool, flowing in Xie Qinghuan's ears.
Luo Li grew up in the mountains and rivers, so her skin is like plump wheat grains, yellow on the outside and white on the inside. She sees the sun, moon and stars everywhere, so her eyes are as bright as glass. She was raised and educated naturally, exuding a lively and smart aura. Xie Qinghuan felt his heart tightening when he saw her for the first time. What he saw was that the feeling of beauty penetrated directly into his heart without even passing through his brain. It was difficult for him to describe that kind of beauty in words. In his opinion, it was just like his swordsmanship - it was the way it was and should be.
The fifteen-year-old boy thinks so. Now, his memory has dimmed, and the young man in white feels that everything is the same as before. Very nice. Time is like an old man going in a circle. Although it is a little slower, it is still a closed loop, going around and back to its original appearance.
Concept: Beautiful love, romantic legend, warm life