Li Shiyi was turned towards her, explaining. Eight characters; Song Shijiu was only able to process them after a full twenty seconds. She herself didn’t have any playthings; the only one beloved she had was Li Shiyi; Li Shiyi was her stuffed toy, fledgling bird; bamboo toy horse, green plums; [1] she was the memories of each unsteady footstep, and her entire, world-spanning dream of holding and kissing. She had almost thought that she was soon about to lose her. In the world, there wasn’t any feeling that emerged more splendidly than from losing and regaining something once again, even moreso when it was Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi hadn’t gotten angry, or resentful, only placated her with a tone of gentle, spring breeze and timely snow. She hadn’t gone on a blind date, and didn’t want to produce children for someone else, and, more than taht, she cared about her. Therefore, she earnestly and with great patience repeated that she hadn’t known. In her eyes, Song Shijiu lowered her head, biting t