Xia Yihan is walking slowly on the sidewalk with her leaf ink. She stands on the bridge, facing the warm wind beating her beautiful face, the sunshine is bright, and the mood of cloudy days is also rendered into a good mood.

"Zimo, it's nice to see people coming and going, and to be able to work together." Xia Yihan's rosy face is crooked with eyebrows and eyes. She carefully looks at the leaf ink and wants to put it in her heart. She is so drunk when she looks at it from a close distance.

Ye Zimo did not speak. He reached out and touched Xia Yihan's head. His...