There was one last day to go before Li Yao's departure.
On the Grand Desolate Plateau, right below the starry sky, he and Ding Lingdang left two lines of overlapping footprints on the desert, hand in hand.
There was not a single town in the hundreds of square kilometers around. The night sky was so clear that it looked like a large block of jelly that could not bear the weight of the stars. As a result, the stars seemed to be all raining toward them.
Looking at the deep and boundless sea of stars, the two of them were silent for a long time.
Everything was already said in the quietness.
After a long silence, Li Yao finally opened his mouth and said, "I've thought many times that it is such a pity that we can only live one life where we are bound by the heavy realities!
