Meteors filled the sky, so beautiful.
Xiao Yi gazed intently into the high sky.
It seemed he was admiring them, yet also reminiscing.
In his eyes, those streaking meteors,
seemed to mirror the face of the sweet person he missed.
The person seemed to be smiling, looking affectionately at Xiao Yi.
Suddenly, a figure walked up beside him.
"Brother Yi, you seem so engrossed, this meteor shower is beautiful, isn't it?"
It was Ye Ming who approached.
"Yes, it's beautiful," Xiao Yi responded subconsciously.
Unsure if he was talking about the meteors,
or about the sweet person's face.
Suddenly, not far away, there came a burst of noisy voices.
Loud, rough, and domineering,
even enhanced by vigorous True Qi, intentionally amplified to an extreme,
that the voices even drowned out the roar of the meteors falling.
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi's original dazed nostalgia was instantly disrupted.
The reflection of the person in the meteors in his eyes suddenly shattered.
