Qingqiu Yanmian

In the spring of the first year of Huangyou's reign, Di Qing looked at the faded red paint on the corner of the palace gate and the mottled light and shadow floating on the wall. Suddenly, he thought of Fenzhou and the bright and bright little girl. She was like the sparkling waves on the water, dazzling and shining. I seemed to hear her say again, "Let's leave when the battle is over?" The girl looked at her with sincerity in her eyes. She couldn't seem to remember exactly what she said at that time. Qiuqiu, don't be afraid, I will never leave you again.