"But, I believe that you're still alive. You'll be back, right?" Huo Mian's voice became a low whisper as she continued. At that moment, she felt like a hopeless child. Without realizing, she closed her eyes.
A world full of red maple trees appeared in front of her eyes, it was autumn at Yun Ding Mountain. The beauty of it was unspeakable, and it was as if it was the brightest and most colorful stroke from an artist.
Huo Mian looked up and noticed the man standing on the stairs. He was wearing a white top and black pants, and of course, his signature smile.
"Honey…"
"What are you waiting for? Give me your hand, I will guide you." She watched Qin Chu reach his hand out to her, closing the distance between them.
She reached for his hand, but for some reason, failed to grasp his palm no matter how hard she tried.
"Mian, give me your hand," he repeated.
