Many years later, on a park bench as the sun set, Luo Chen leaned quietly on Xiao Mu's shoulder, tugged on the corner of his clothes, and subconsciously wrung her fingers. She asked him casually: "What do you think is the luckiest thing in this life?" At that time, Xiao Mu had his eyes closed, and the soft light of the setting sun shone on his beautiful side face, looking gentle and unreal. Before Xiao Mu could speak, Luo Chen whispered quickly in his ear: "Did you meet me?" Xiao Mu did not open his eyes, but slightly curved the corners of his mouth, and a steady voice sounded above her head, flat and firm: "No." Luo Chen remained silent and just stayed quietly by his side, the halo in his eyes gradually dimming. After a while, Xiao Mu's gentle voice blew through her ears like a breeze. He said, "I think the luckiest thing in this life is that when you like me, I also love you."
