C329 Separation Is Bitter

There is a place called Rice City, I will go there with my favorite people, to see the white snow mountains, to see a fairy tale in the fall, as long as it is you.

I held Jiang Lan and remembered a poem.

If it had been Shao Jie, I would have taken her all over the country now, found the place called Rice City, and looked at the white snow mountains, just her and me.

I took Jiang Lan home