Ji Wenxiang paused and turned back slowly, when a piece of white catkins fell down, blocking her eyes for a moment.
She was slightly startled.
Don't blame her for being lost in thought, the clouds today are indeed amazingly beautiful, white and gold intertwined calmly, like a winding river flowing, and red shuttles in and out, like the cheerful and wanton koi carps in the river in the painting.
Under the sky, catkins kept falling, and the man on horseback that day stood with his hair tied up, holding the scroll that she had just thrown away in his hand. His black body was as auspicious as the golden crow, which made him look a little whiter, but it was also Yushu Lanzhi.
Intention: "I have been thinking, observing, being careful, and introspecting - when all the beasts bow their heads, who is inciting their eyes?" "So empty, it is better to go back or raise your head."