"The mountains have trees, and you have intentions; last night's stars were just like you."

Lin Feng found a pen and carefully wrote these words on a handkerchief. After gently blowing it dry, he handed it back to Zhou Zhiruo.

Upon seeing the poem, Zhou Zhiruo's fair face flushed red, the blush spreading to her jade-like neck, making her skin appear even more delicate.

Anyone could understand the meaning behind this poem.