Flying Tea Leaves and Flowers Seem to Be Slightly Cold

I stared blankly, seeming to be a little addicted to those dark eyes, as elegant as mist and wind, like quicksand in the palm of my hand. Finally, a petal of camellia fell on his hairline. It was a little deeper due to fate. It turned out that the autumn wind passed through the dust, and the still water between you and me was destined to be lingering for many times...