Le Qingping was driven to the point where there was nowhere left to run.
So she hid in time.
My future is history,
Your memories have yet to happen.
A history born of a twist of fate,
The world of the nation in the bloom of youth,
Is quietly blossoming.
Qi Ziye: “Why do you always wear such plain clothes? Promise me you'll wear something brighter next time, okay?”
The boy blushes. “You should wear something plainer.”
Le Qingping: “Why?”
“...Save it for our wedding.”
