This scene was particularly touching.
"Musen..."
Musen also looked up, the golden sunlight on the horizon falling into the girl's eyes. Yao Mingyue slightly lowered her head, meeting Musen's gaze.
"Do you think, in the next three years, we can come back together and take these wooden tags down?"
Musen was silent for a moment.
"Maybe in three years, they will have been blown away by the wind, taken by someone, or even carried off by birds. After all, it is three years; too many accidents can happen."
"But if after three years, they are still here, can you promise me one thing?"
Yao Mingyue was still leaning on his back, the two of them turning their heads to look at each other, both clearly seeing every detail of each other's eyelashes. Yao Mingyue watched him with a trace of a smile in her deepset eyes.
Three years, two wooden tags, any small accident could cause these tags to disappear.
Musen did not answer.