A girl in a white dress stood with her back to him, her chestnut-colored, slightly curly long hair flowing like seaweed. A gentle breeze lifted the ends of her hair, bringing a faint fragrance. A butterfly delicately, ever so delicately, landed on the girl's hair, instantly enlivening what was otherwise a somewhat monotonous and empty scene.
The girl slowly turned around, and he felt his breathing become more urgent, a sense of nervousness he had never felt before spreading throughout his body.
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A tall, sturdy man carried Yun Ya on his back as he climbed up the rope. Almost instantly, she found herself safe in a warm embrace.
"I'm sorry, I'm late."
Yun Ya, leaning in his arms, tiredly closed her eyes, "Brother Ah Du..."
Qin Du draped his coat over her, gazing tenderly at the girl nestled in his embrace, then helped her into the back seat of the car.
