The spring breeze is warm, blowing the beauty hair, gently scratching on the wrist, calling people's hearts tickle.

Ahya lifted her eyes, half expectant, half joyful gazing at Xie Jie, a sprig of peony between her temples extraordinarily delicate.

Xie Jie lowered his eyes to look at her, his knuckles fell on the side of Ahya's face, gathering up a strand of loose hair for her: "Good."

The most knowledgeable and smartest of all, when Ahya asked the ...