Silver steps swayed beneath adorned hairpins and glowing cheeks,
Warmly tucked in a lotus tent through the spring night.
Clouds dispersed and rain ceased, the afternoon sun was just right.
In a corner of the mountain abode's courtyard, two clad in white robes were seated at a table.
Lu Ran basked lazily in the sun, gazing at the distant serene forest.
Jiang Ruyi, holding a porcelain teapot, silently poured tea.
Watching his deeply contemplative expression, Jiang Ruyi picked up a small porcelain cup and gently placed it before Lu Ran on the table.
From initially being shocked and joyous about Lu Ran's sudden appearance, to inexplicably feeling wronged,
And now,
Feeling his real presence before her, all her complex emotions dissipated like smoke.
Blue skies and soft breezes,
The mountain wind lifted his white robe, carrying fallen leaves that floated past his peaceful gaze.
In that moment,
Jiang Ruyi wished time could stand still here forever.
