It was already evening when she leisurely circled Houhai, pausing a few times in her walk.
She seemed tired from walking—she suddenly stopped at an empty spot. She took some tissues out of her bag, laid them on the ground, and sat down.
After staring pensively out at the lake for a long time, she blinked then lowered her head. Her fingertips explored the ground beneath her, gently picked up a pebble, then crouched as she dug the pebble into the ground and started to draw.
He was afraid she'd notice him, so he kept his distance. From his position, he could tell she was writing something on the ground.
A good while passed before she stopped.
She stared at the words she'd written over and over again in a daze. He Jichen could clearly tell that she was infinitely sadder compared to how calm she was before. Just when he thought she was going to cry, she turned her head and stared out at the lake once more.
