The number of people on the street gradually decreased, and the setting sun also dimmed. Tired from her walk, she found a place and sat down by the street.
The cool breeze began to blow, and she looked up at the stars appearing in the sky.
As a child, her mother used to tell her stories that people turn into stars after they die, always guarding those on earth beneath them.
Meng Xi'er thought with a hint of sadness, she wasn't sure if her parents, turned into stars, were willing to watch over her.
"Xixi."
Someone was calling her name. Meng Xi'er followed the sound and saw Lu Qingchuan running over from the entrance of a shop across the street. He was wearing a mask to cover his face, but his amber-like eyes were instantly recognizable to Meng Xi'er.
Seeing Lu Qingchuan was like seeing the sunshine, it was as if a chill enveloped her body vanished in an instant. Everything was alright, everything was alright, she still had him, she wasn't alone in this world.
