Time passed very quickly.
Before Bai Zemin even realized it, he had remained in the same position, in the same spot, for a total of five whole hours.
However, time was relative. When a person was doing something they found boring, the pointers of the clock seemed to stagnate in place, barely moving.
But when a person was doing something they liked or loved wholeheartedly, the pointers of the clock seemed to be in too much of a hurry to make countless turns.
Wasn't it ironic?
The moments we wanted to pass quickly were the ones that seemed to last forever while those moments we would like to last forever seemed to be over in a second.
Although five whole hours had passed, with only two more hours to go before the sun began to descend on the distant horizon, Bai Zemin continued to contemplate the image in his hands with eyes filled with longing and overflowing affection.