She stared blankly ahead, while warm liquid flowed down her cheeks again. In the strong wind, He Xiang was smiling at her, and her heart suddenly throbbed.
There was a faint voice: "Biqing, come on! Biqing, come on..." The fierce wind was actually mixed with He Xiang's voice!
"He's calling me, he's calling me..." Bi Qing murmured, completely ignoring the river in front of her, and ran towards the wind...