As time slowly passed, dawn gradually arrived. Daylight replaced the night, and sunlight spilled over Qin Miaomiao. She had a dream.
Standing on a single-log bridge, she looked around and found no one. The wind blew and scattered the fallen leaves, which landed on her. She turned to see someone standing under the bridge.
"Who are you?"
Qin Miaomiao found the figure's back oddly familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before. So, she curiously walked off the bridge to his back.
"Do you know me?"
The young man turned around to look at her. His complexion was rosy, and under the sunlight, he wore a warm, gentle smile. Qin Miaomiao stared at his smile, lost in thought for a moment. Recognizing the person before her, she exclaimed excitedly.
"Rong Lan."
Excitedly, Qin Miaomiao hugged him, tears welling up as she spoke, "You're awake, you're finally awake, I'm so happy. Rong Lan, you've finally woken up."
"Miaomiao, I'm here to say goodbye."
