I Just Want to Talk to You

Their feelings are like a stream flowing through a quiet valley. The origin of the water is not grand, but everything before it merges into the deep sea is a gift of nature. It's just that their creek was probably too close to the sea and disappeared unexpectedly. Luo Yao often thought that water was still no better than sand. A few pinches of sand could remain in his palm, but nothing in water. Like his Luoqiao, like the jade smoke in Lantian, he could only look at it from a distance in his memory, and could no longer touch or get close to it.