Rain Curtain
If you fall in love with a city, it must be because there is someone you love living in this city.
Yang Zimo saw the woman walking slowly towards him through the rain curtain, with a peaceful and serene look, and a smile appeared on his lips. He thought silently, this city is really beautiful, beautiful enough to eclipse any city in the world.
Yang Zimo lowered the black umbrella in his hand, covering his face, until the woman stepped on the water and walked past him silently.
The woman's back gradually faded away, disappearing on the other side of the rain curtain.
Yang Zimo sighed softly. Today, after seeing her clearly, the pain in his heart seemed to have eased.
Yang Zimo stretched out his fair and slender hand and let the raindrops fall into his palm.
"Zimo, Zimo, Zimo." The voice was clean and translucent, like the sound of cracking silk, echoing in his heart for a long time.
The spring rain is cold and cold, but it doesn't matter, because the summer I've been waiting for is coming. He spoke quietly to himself in his mind.
Alluring flowers, stunning flowers
When Concubine Lin saw him for the first time, she was filled with surprise.
His expression is elegant, his temperament is ethereal and handsome, and his whole person is gentle and elegant, like a tall green bamboo or a noble Clivia.
The breeze was slightly cool, and she touched her cold and pale cheek, thinking that it would be fine if she didn't love him.
Thinking of this, her heartbeat surged, and she coughed violently. Warm tears rolled back and forth in her eyes.
"Concubine."
Hearing the sound, she turned around sharply.
She saw him.
In the twilight, the setting sun was like blood. He walked towards her from a distance, neither fast nor slow, his clothes were floating, and there was a gentle smile on his lips.
It is a cold winter, the mountains are bare and the flowers are withered.
However, this time, he had her by his side, and she had him by his side, so in their eyes, the scene looked different.
This mountain is a beautiful mountain, and these flowers are stunning flowers.
[The end of the world]
Even to the end of the world, I will never leave you.
Never give up.
Thirteen years
Thirteen years have passed, and I can't forget you, and I probably won't be able to forget you in the future. I think this is good.
I'm waiting for you.
I have been waiting for you.
I am loyal to you.
And stay true to myself.