"Why are you avoiding me?" Tie Shou asked calmly. The autumn wind blows, and the yellow leaves on the trees rustle, making the already lonely courtyard even more desolate. The breeze rolled up the corners of his clothes, and he lowered his head slightly, stroking the trunk of the sycamore tree. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, adding a bit of loneliness.
Wuqing raised his head, his brows furrowed with a hint of sadness. A few fallen leaves floated down and landed on his hair and knees. He gently took one off, looked at it carefully, and after a while he answered: "I... I'm not ready yet..." I don't know if it was Tie Shou's illusion, but he seemed to see a slight blush on Qingqing's pale face. Seeing Tie Shou looking at him, Wu Qing immediately lowered his head.
"Then... Then I'll wait for you," Tie Shou's face blossomed, and he gently put his hands on the ruthless and thin shoulders, and said softly, "We agreed, I'll wait for you."
A warm current surged into Wu Qing's heart, and scenes from the past gradually emerged. He smiled knowingly, without being cold and arrogant, without being lonely and sad. He just felt as if he had found a destination, and he returned to his childhood in a trance. His smile seemed to dissolve the coolness of late autumn, like clouds breaking through the mist.