Part Two: Xiaoyao's Needlework and Nuan Xiangliu

Part Two: Xiaoyao's Needlework and Nuan Xiangliu Xiaoyao lived in the vast world, and saw Xiangliu wandering around alone all year round, covered in dust, and his clothes were old and stained with frost. Feeling pity in her heart, she gently picked up the silver needle and plain thread, sat quietly under the light, and mended Xiang Liu's shabby clothes stitch by stitch. The softness hidden in the needles and the affection in the threads sewed away his half-life loneliness and healed the loneliness of rushing through the years. Not involved in political disputes, not concerned about fateful entanglements, Only the tenderness of his pulse was sent between the needles and threads, melting his frost-covered body with warmth. As the years pass by, the needle and thread stay together, With ordinary fireworks and warmth, accompany Liu An for the rest of his life.