Kapitel 574: 281 Huai Qing (Third Night Shift)_3

"A silver lock."

"What? It's just a silver lock. I have a drawer full of them." She had received one from each of her numerous aunts and other relatives during her childhood birthdays, to the point where her drawer was almost overflowing.

Ming Jing smiled: "A silver lock with engraved words."

"In the shade, spring mist falls; On cold rocks, summer snow lingers, At the sunny pass, autumn dawns rise, As winter sends its cold rain." The girl's gentle voice dissipated the cold wind that brushed against their faces.

Liu Muxue touched her chin: "These are the inscription lines for the Four Seasons Landscape paintings by the Song Dynasty artist Wu Dai. Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Ming Jing leisurely walked along the side of the road; her skirt brushing against the night, bringing warmth to the winter evening.