A few rays of sunlight passed through the woods and sprinkled on the clear dew, crystal clear.
The dewdrops seemed to be alive—ding dong! It merges into the mountain spring stream and embarks on a journey to the end of the world.
The leaves were swaying in the breeze, and looking through the autumn water, there was no trace of dewdrops.
"Perhaps, one day, he will come back..." Ye Zi thought to himself.
But they don't know that things are different and people are different, and they don't recognize each other.