It was three months later that I saw Han Qixu again. Under the warm sunshine in winter, he stood lazily across the street. His face did not have the happy expression I imagined, or even had no expression. If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were casually cast on me, I would really wonder if he didn't recognize me anymore? I wanted to just follow the crowd and walk past him, even if I didn't know him, but I completely gave up on this idea, which saved me from torturing myself day and night. But just when I was still one step away from him, I still fell into his light smile. Yes, I could never refuse. Even if his attitude was so indifferent as to hurt people, I knew in my heart that whenever and wherever needed, I would dedicate my love that is as humble as dust.