Tang Yuxin's red lips moved slightly. Some discomfort surfaced from within, but she didn't know where it came from.
Was he recollecting the past, or was he trying to retrieve it?
Maybe, his visit was just for this.
She touched her arm again, and it felt cool under her fingers.
Qin Ziye kept standing by the Blue River, staring blankly at the water. His silhouette looked blurry against the scenic backdrop of mountains and waters.
Tang Yuxin reached out, and for a moment, she grasped at nothing.
She shouldered her bag, glanced back at him, then step by step walked away from this place. At this time, Qin Ziye's world was something she didn't comprehend, understand, or dare to step into.
