The moon shines bright, with stars sparse, and the night is deep.
In the late night, Ziwei Mountain becomes somewhat desolate, no longer as lively as it used to be.
On a mountain path of the Third Peak.
Mo Qingyue and Chen Zhixing walk side by side.
"Time really flies, doesn't it? You don't feel it usually, but when you look back, the child who was just learning to speak back then is now celebrated throughout the world as a longevity prodigy."
Mo Qingyue smiled and said.
"Yes, time is like that. You don't notice it when you're in the midst of it, only when you look back can you see the traces of time passing."
Chen Zhixing also sighed slightly.
In fact, he has been in this world for thirteen years.
The memories of his previous life have gradually blurred.
Sometimes he even wonders if his so-called previous life was nothing but a dream.
The so-called crossing, just a dream awakening.
