Spring Breeze Over Mu Ru

“If one day I leave your timeline, will you come looking for me?” Xi Ru leaned against Mu Feng’s shoulder. That day, the wind swept Mu Feng’s ink-black hair across Xi Ru’s cheek. The first time they met, Xi Ru was captivated by Mu Feng’s breathtaking beauty. She thought right then: Someone this beautiful, I’d cling to them even if it killed me. That day, Mu Feng turned around and smiled gently, like a spring breeze.