The Country Can't See the Most Beautiful Person in the Mirror

She vaguely remembered the midsummer of that year. Her birthday, his return date. "Lang'er, look what I gave you?" He wiped the tears from her eyes and called softly. Yun Lang opened the brocade box, and inside was a bronze mirror with landscape patterns hollowed out behind the mirror, which was extremely exquisite. "Why did you give me this gift?" She asked, holding back her tears. "Lang'er, come back with me, okay?" She finally agreed. "You can't see enough of the world, but the most beautiful person is the person in the mirror." He hugged her gently from behind. That year the clouds were as bright as summer flowers, that year they seemed as picturesque as the south of the Yangtze River.