From now on... in this world, there will be no more Qiqi and Nan Mo.
The sky, at some unknown time, began to drift with tiny snowflakes, not far away, a kite hung in the distance, but no sign of its owner could be found.
All human emotions tend to disappear this way, once mountain vows and sea oaths, belonging to none but you, once irreplaceable, finally one day, vanish in the wind and rain, like words on the sand washed away by the tide, ultimately disappearing without a trace.
Her nose tingled with a sour sensation, and she nodded lightly.
Liang Shaochen stepped forward, the faint scent of mint on the man reminded her suddenly of the time in the orphanage when he gently wiped her sweat with a handkerchief infused with laundry detergent.
Such simple yet beautiful times, in the end, are no longer reachable.
Tears slid down from the corner of her eye, the tall man stood in front of her, reaching out and gently wrapped her whole person in his embrace.
"Qiqi... goodbye."
