"A boy is like the coldest snow in winter, but a girl is like the brightest sunrise in March.
When the girl heard the words, she tilted her head and smiled, saying that Chunying sent a message that when the snow ends, it will always turn into free clouds in the sky and gentle water under the feet.
The young man lowered his eyes and said nothing, waiting for the ending.
Until the spring oriole died in the harsh winter, the girl closed her eyes in his arms.
The young man in white clothes dyed the unbloomed winter plum red.
The young man asked:
Will the snow last? "
…
Lan Yingshi threw the peeled melon seeds on the table, threw herself into Cang Yuchen's arms, and asked softly: "Are you asking me?"
Cang Yuchen shook his head, buried his head in Lan Yingshi's neck, and remained silent.
Lan Yingshi put her fingers against his forehead, dug out his head, raised her head and kissed him:
"It's so silly to do this. Didn't the snow stop long ago?"
Purpose: Everyone deserves to be loved
