From the day they met her, Lin Zhang loved the house and Wu Di began to prefer winter. The cool wind makes the ginkgo leaves on the branches tremble slightly, winter cherry blossoms bloom along the street, the green lake reflects the ambiguous figure, and seagulls pick up the fallen petals and pile them up into snow-free mountains. In this city where she could not see the sea, Lin Zhang saw the sea again in her eyes.
"I saw the sea again, in her eyes," Lin Zhang always said. Before meeting her, nothing in her heart could surpass the sea. But after meeting her, she saw the concrete "sea" in her eyes. Every time they looked at each other, it was a tremor that penetrated the soul, a call from the depths of time.
"I like those eyes so much, and I like the owner of the eyes even more. Her soul made me see the sea again, no, even purer."
"But I'm afraid that my spirit will pollute the sea." After his condition worsened, Lin Zhang was a little annoyed. "Maybe I shouldn't get close to her. The sea is vast, and she should have a better future."
Intention: I'm sorry, I love you