The azure rain, the vast sea of people, you are where my heart is. Lu Yun drove over and saw Xiao Qingshu waiting outside. It was raining outside the car. It was a drizzle unique to the south of the Yangtze River. Xiao Qingshu did not hold an umbrella. The drizzle fell on the azure skirt Xiao Qingshu was wearing, reflecting the azure rain. Seeing her walking towards him in the vast sea of people, Lu Yun's heart suddenly beat violently.
Intention: In the vast sea of people, you are where my heart is