At this distance, Du Qianqian could smell the faint fragrance emanating from Wei Shiyue.
Hearing her bold words, Du Qianqian blushed and her heart raced, feeling like she had suddenly become a completely different person tangled with a soft, indescribable emotion that diluted the pain of her earlier life.
"Alright then." Du Qianqian struggled to keep her voice steady, "Let's go back together."
The ship docked, and sailors extended the metal gangway, slowly bringing it towards the pier, the hope of returning home never seemed so bright.
Du Qianqian ran up, fearing Wei Shiyue might change her mind, she summoned tremendous courage, turned her head, and reached out her hand to lead Wei Shiyue onto the ship.
Now, Du Qianqian wanted to take Wei Shiyue away from the still-smoldering ruins of Silla, to live days that were neither too rushed nor too slow together, which mattered more than anything else.
Wei Shiyue simply followed with a silent smile as Du Qianqian pulled her hand.