"Xiaojiu, you don't love me anymore."
"I love you."
"If you love me, you should say I look good no matter what I wear."
Lu Xiaojiu, "..."
The shifting desert bore deep footprints as the two pulled each other up to the top. The setting sun bubbled beautifully as Xiao Qiao lay on the desert peak photographing the beauty of the sunset. Beyond this hill, it was flat desert, and the sunset was extremely beautiful. Xiao Qiao had seen countless desert sunsets and wasn't visiting this area for the first time, yet she still loved it, loving that kind of magnificent scenery.
Desert, prairie, various ice fields, all kinds of vast sceneries, she loved them all.
As a young girl, Lu Xiaojiu loved photography, wanting to be a photographer. But at some point, she lost interest in photography, lost her dreams, and lost her life's vitality.
She looked at the vibrant Xiao Qiao, feeling as warm as the sunset in her heart.
