"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Jiangzhou, the place where we met, the place where we pledged our love, the place where we... will spend the endless years of our lives." The scenery there is beautiful and captivating, the sky is blue and vast, the air refreshing and soothing; he dreams of it, the spring blooms, and the woman he loves stands amidst a sea of flowers, turning her gaze towards him—one glance, eternity.
There aren't so many rights and wrongs, just the two of them, opening their eyes to see each other, with time tranquil.
Yan Song lived in Capital City until he was five, but those memories are too distant now; all his memories start from age five, and in those memories, there's only the blue sky of Jiangzhou, the boundless sea, and the silhouette of that girl.
