"Ge'er, do you like it here?" Si Mo held Mu Qingge in his arms, as they both gazed upon the infinitely tranquil world.
Mu Qingge gave a faint smile. She turned to him and said earnestly, "Ah Mo, believe me, there will be such a day. One day, we can roam this Great Thousand Worlds together, stopping at places we like, and enjoying the beauty of the world."
"Ge'er, what are you talking about? Aren't we doing that now?" Si Mo's amber eyes contained the familiar indulgence she knew.
Mu Qingge withdrew from his embrace, took a deep breath, and looked at him with clear eyes. "This is just one of my desires." She picked up the wine jug, inhaled its scent, and showed a faint smile. "This kind of fine wine probably only exists in my heart."
She loosened her grip, letting the jug fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.
She kept moving backward, her gaze becoming ever clearer.
"Don't leave, Ge'er! Stay here, and we can be together forever!"
"Ge'er, stay! Stay!"
