Last night, the profound affection in his eyes seemed as if it would never dissipate.
When she spoke again, she looked towards the Gesang Flower Sea and said, "Lu Xiao, take a picture for me. I want to keep a souvenir."
As she spoke, she smiled again, "Use your phone, take the photo and send it to me."
Lu Xiao: "..."
He agreed to all her requests, one by one, taking out his own phone.
...
Behind her was the waist-high Gesang Flower Sea, a clear blue sky that seemed freshly laundered, cloudless for miles.
A gentle breeze came, carrying a faint floral fragrance. She slowly moved through it, immersed in the beautiful scenery, then finally turned around, her hands held up high together above her head, revealing her pale arms and a section of her delicate waistline below.
She tilted her head back slightly, eyes closed, merging with the sea of flowers.
The moment was captured then, a memory left for Qinghai, and also for herself.
