But standing under the tower, Xia Weiyi looked at the quiet statue of 'Eiffel' before the tower, feeling an indescribable complexity and emotion in her heart, her nose tingling almost bringing her to tears.
"Why are you crying? Tired, hungry, or too sleepy?" Ye Che reached out to touch Xia Weiyi's forehead, no signs of fever, so why was her nose so red?
"It's nothing, I'm just too emotional." Xia Weiyi sniffled and quickly wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"What's so exciting? It's just a pile of iron frames, isn't it? If you like it, I'll build you one back in A City, make it our landmark, and call it 'Night Star'—" Ye Che said casually.
Xia Weiyi was amused on the spot, remembering how at Michelle Manor she'd said she'd liked castles, and Ye Che had made such promises to build one for her.
From then until now, it's only been a month, a month gone in a flash, but between them, it's become an epoch.
