Flower Language and Tears

"Xiao Xiao! I feel very happy and blessed when I am with you. I really want to live a carefree life like this forever." In the small thatched pavilion, Du Hui held Song Xiaoxiao and looked at the flowerbed under the scorching sun and whispered softly. Song Xiaoxiao glanced at Du Huan In the end, she didn't say anything, she just watched every flower swaying in the wind with him, listened to the melody of cicadas chirping on the treetops not far away, felt the heat-wave wind blowing in her face, and snuggled into the arms of the man she loved most. "The time with you is the most beautiful and happiest time in my life, Du Chen... I love you!" Song Xiaoxiao murmured softly in her heart. Then she closed her eyes and rested her head gently on Du Chen's shoulder, smelling his unique breath. Her heart was as calm as this summer afternoon, without any noise, just having a good time with him...