She is hope. She is hope's salvation.
Flowers bloom and wither; you and I are fated to meet, and destined to part.
Jin Yinghua blooms without ever withering; you and I are fated to meet, but not to be together.
The buildings around them grew fewer and fewer, and the road became more and more remote. As the roadside scenery changed, Miao Lingyin began to sense that something was off. After a long silence, she finally spoke.
"You're not going to sell me, are you?"
Lu Chenxi replied in a joking tone, "Sure. You're the head of AN, after all. If I sell you to Organization U, how much do you think they'll give me?"
Miao Lingyin was curious about her current worth, too. "How much?"
"Priceless."
"Huh? So you're giving me away for free?"
At Miao Lingyin's answer, Lu Chenxi nearly tripped over a rock in the road.
"I mean, you're a priceless treasure."
Morning is the trace left behind by the sun's light, so there are no traces.
"Save what world?"
"Jiang Xiyu. She's my whole world."
"Hope is dead! What else do you want me to do? Nothing I do now will make any difference!"
"I want to save her.
And to save her,
I have to save this world."
Theme: Forgetting is a fog; love is the break of dawn.
