No one was around, so she crouched down, taking a short break to clear her mind.
When her mood gradually calmed, she continued slowly eating the ice cream.
At the same time, she organized her thoughts.
Jian Jiayue was right. In this state, she didn't have the capital to refute him.
Looking up, all she saw was desolation. A few withered branches hung lonely on the trees, just like her current mood.
After finishing, she stood up and continued walking. Unconsciously, she arrived at an abandoned park.
Suddenly, some memories surfaced, and her head ached.
Images that didn't seem to belong to her appeared before her eyes. This ruin wasn't always like this. It used to be filled with laughter and joy—a group of children chasing each other, holding plastic bubble-blowing toys, running with the wind, dreamy bubbles surrounding them. Everywhere was full of laughter. When they got tired, they would buy a Zongzi wrapped in glutinous rice or cotton candy from the stalls—all sweet tastes.
In her memories, the artificially colored ice pops were really delicious, as were the Zongzi and cotton candy.
In her memories, she seemed to understand the true meaning of sharing, and she had a close friend with whom she could share everything every day.
But that person's face, even their figure, she couldn't remember.
Not even a trace of an impression.
Was something forcing her to forget?
She wanted to find that person.
Her nose stung, and she suddenly felt like crying. A cool breeze blew, messing up the stray hairs at her temples.
Sitting alone on a rusty railing, she remembered that loneliness was what she feared the least in the past.
Now, she suddenly wanted to see someone.
She called, and the person on the other end only replied after a long time.
"Xuyu, wait for me there." The man's voice was hoarse, laced with a barely perceptible anger.
"Do you know where I am?"
She laughed with tears in her eyes, thinking he was joking. Even if he really came to find her, it would take a while.
This city was too big; people easily drifted apart. Parting was easy, but reuniting was hard.
"I know."
She was stunned.
Even after he hung up, she couldn't react.
But soon, Yi Zhuo really came.
He wore the same black jacket from their first meeting, still short-haired, with a fierce scar between his brows.
He was tall, and she loved seeing him in the halo of light, walking toward her with a slight smile.
She ran to him recklessly, no longer able to hold back her tears, and threw herself into his arms.
The man gently patted her back, veins standing out on his hand, his voice hoarse and trembling—
"I'm sorry. I'm late."