Xu Ziqian suddenly recalled the figure who left by train when Sikong Mo was in college. Separated by a layer of window glass and a layer of tears, the boy's figure was blurry and difficult to distinguish, but the girl still felt that his handsome features were in front of her eyes. As the wheel rolled forward, it seemed to be heading to the clouds far away in the horizon.
She just felt very, very reluctant to let go. She ran after the train, crying and calling him "Brother Mo—Brother Mo—I'll wait for you to come back—Brother Mo—"
Tears fell and meandered into a gentle river.