--I am Xia Yanqi.
--The End of the North, Chu Qingyao.
The man with black hair and red robe stood in front of Qing Yao with a calm gaze. Behind him were flowers and trees, and rain fell all over the path.
--May you cherish me and never see each other again in this life.
--Qingyao.
The petals all over the sky are spinning and falling, just like the heartbreak you can't see falling to the ground after parting and turning around.