The cold, austere figure standing in the wind, it took a long time before it dissipated into the night sky.
Chu Qianli, although she never looked at him—sometimes, it even seemed as if she didn't care about his presence at all.
But perhaps, only she knew how difficult those thirty minutes had been, under the weight of his gaze that lingered on her.
So many times, she wanted to return to the rooftop, to take his hand and tell him, "Let's walk the road ahead together."
But then, just as many times, when she almost couldn't resist taking that step, countless memories reminded her in her mind, that their paths were different!
After Feng Yexuan left, Chu Qianli walked to a tree not far away, spread a blanket and a mattress, and sat down on it.
The night had grown deeper.
The children had gone their separate ways to rest at home.
In the village square, however, the adults were still grilling meat.
How many years had it been since they had enjoyed such a rich meal?