Xu Zhicheng stood at the corner of the mountain road, the morning fog still filled the air, as if time had never passed. He closed his eyes and seemed to still hear Yuqing's laughter in his ears and feel the warmth of her fingertips. He knew that Yuqing must still be somewhere, waiting for him to find her.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and walked into the morning mist. The orange trees on both sides of the mountain road are still lush and lush, with green-skinned oranges looming among the branches and leaves. Xu Zhicheng's steps were getting faster and faster, as if he could catch up with the figure disappearing in the mist if he moved a little faster.
Purpose: Rebuilding the old