Light Ink Mortal Painting

Zhao Shuyan never expected that Tao Yuefan could recite Zhang Kejiu's ditty word for word. Tao Yuefan's handsome face was full of pride, and his beautiful eyebrows were raised. She had never seen such a childish expression on his face, as if the whole world respected him at that moment. He had never thought of showing himself to her so eagerly, even if it was just a small poem. Perhaps, they both missed the most real time when each other was young... He didn't know if he found her, could he still have her? She was not sure whether he could still remember her even if she was too weak and insignificant now. The fact is that the intertwined time is still as picturesque as ever...