At the summit of Yangming Mountain, 600 meters above sea level, there is a wide car racing track leading up. Besides the tall and dense trees lining the road, street lamps were lit, and since it was night, there were hardly any people around.
Suxin had never been to Yangming Mountain at night. It wasn't that she hadn't had the chance, but rather she had always reserved this place for Yuanhang. It was a regret she was willing to never visit the mountain again rather than have someone else fill that void.
But tonight, Yuanhang had brought her here, fulfilling a promise they made nine years ago.
He still remembered. He hadn't forgotten...
Her nose felt a little sour, whether from being moved or from other complicated emotions, it was hard to tell.
Standing at the summit, overlooking the myriad lights below and seeing the Lower World so tiny like ants, she suddenly felt an immense sense of space in her heart, and her troubled emotions seemed somewhat relieved.
