The Breeze Slowly and Quietly Disperses

"What's your name?" I seem to be going crazy, Zhou Qingfan thought while looking forward to the other party's answer. "Wenji. Gentle warmth, lonely silence." The man said with a smile. "I can see it, tenderness." It seems that I am really crazy, Zhou Qingfan thought to himself. Wen Ji was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled wider. "Thank you. Your flower package is ready. It's a bit heavy, so be careful when handling it." Zhou Qingfan took the flowers from his hand, turned around and walked out the door. Suddenly, Wen Ji's smiling voice came from behind. These words gently and slowly touched Zhou Qingfan's heart. "Can you let me know your name too?" In May, the season of sunshine and breeze, Zhou Qingfan's period of spring nostalgia began.