"There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. It was planted by my wife the year she died. It is now as tall as a canopy." - "Xiang Jiliang Chronicles"
One day——
Qin Yao first sat on the beach. He followed the girl's example and put his feet into the sea water, feeling the coldness clinging to his skin.
Well, very comfortable.
It was another sunset, and the sky was dyed with twilight, gradually changing from blazing red to deep orange-purple, and finally blending into the endless night sky. There were more and more people on the beach, but Shen Miyao was no longer there.
Qin Yao first looked at the waves hitting the water one after another, his face as calm as water, without any emotion. He tilted his head, and his peripheral vision fell on the seat next to him, as if Shen Miyao was still there, looking at him with a smile.
"Shen Miaomiao." He spoke in a deep voice, so soft that only he could hear it.
"I miss you all the time. If you are over there, can you hear my thoughts about you?"
The wind burned my thoughts away and blew them into the blurry distance.
What a pity.
After all, the wind of longing cannot cross the mountains that overlap for thousands of miles.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
