"When you get to Sunan, make sure to think of me!" Mo Yuyao said softly, standing in front of Song Yun.
"I'm already thinking of you now!" Song Yun's sweet words were naturally effortless, and Mo Yuyao felt a wave of sweetness hearing them.
Mo Yuyao reached out and adjusted Song Yun's collar, like a wife watching her husband depart, her eyes full of reluctance.
"Alright, we can't delay any longer," Song Yun said, "I'll leave first. In a few days, the people I've arranged will come. By then, I'll strive to help alleviate poverty here as soon as possible. If you've achieved your life goals, then I want you to appear before me immediately!"
"I will!" Mo Yuyao nodded in agreement, "No later than a year, you must wait for me!"
"I'll definitely wait for you!"
Song Yun eventually left.
Left Mo Yuyao behind.
Mo Yuyao stood at the entrance of the village, her eyes brimming with tears as she watched Song Yun's figure departing, feeling an urge to rush towards him.
