Zhao Mu nodded, "Yes."
Yu Tong smiled, and tears fell down as he smiled. "When will you leave?"
"I'll take you back to Shushan and I'll set off."
When Yu Tong heard this, she immediately panicked and wanted to pack his things. Zhao Mu held her hand down and said, "Look, I'm covered in hatchets. There's nothing to pack."
Shushan Mountain is terrifyingly steep, with its peak poking into the clouds. There is a hibiscus tree growing on the top of the mountain. It is so big that the people of the Yuyuan clan believe that this tree has spiritual powers. Zhao Mu and Yu Tong stood under the tree, holding hands and stretching their arms even though they could not reach less than half of the trunk. "The hibiscus tree has spirit, let's make a wish."
Yu Tong hurriedly closed his hands and lowered his head. Zhao Mu followed her example and closed his eyes. After a while, the two of them opened their eyes. The mountain wind blew over and the leaves of the hibiscus tree rustled. He didn't know what Yu Tong's wish was, but what he wished for himself was - don't make her cry again in this life.
