olve it. 。"Wen Jian listened to his words, staring silently at Zhuo Yu'an for a long time:"This isn't like you. You never care about things outside of work..." 。"Yes, Zhuo Yu'an also felt this was unl...Ting Lan was about to close her notebook when she saw, on the last page, a single line of elegant script:

Some flowers bloom high up in the trees.

Tinglan recognized these characters. They were a line from the poem "Bride" by the poet Hai Zi. The poem starts with:

and many days after that

Many farewellsd been pulled halfway, and the sleeve on her shoulder had also slipped down, revealing her beautiful neck. She tried to pull the zipper up herself, but she couldn't.Gu Ruandong came over to help leisu...