Zhou Yun flashed a radiant smile, it was for her beloved.
She opened her mouth to call him, but of course, no sound came out.
Yet Song Chi heard her, surprised, he looked up, and upon seeing Zhou Yun, he too broke into a smile.
He closed the book in his hand and walked over to Zhou Yun.
As the two got closer, Zhou Yun showed a hint of girlish shyness.
She put both hands behind her back, lowered her head, then raised her eyes, unable to hide her grin.
They looked at each other and laughed, the laughter seeped into each other's eyes.
[The boy rides a bamboo horse, playing around the bed with the green plum]
Guan Xiaohe's first verse ended.
The camera cut to Guan Xiaohe.
Guan Xiaohe stood up from the swing, as if she had heard something, turned her head to look.
Behind her, in the night with sparse stars and moon, suddenly a distant beacon fired bright.
Her eyes showed deep concern.
The melody gradually exuded a trace of melancholy and sorrow.
