In the end, Ling Momo abandoned the carriage and walked on foot. She reached the lakeside of the small town and couldn't help but close her eyes, breathe deeply, and flash a faint smile, feeling the dreamlike essence of the city.
Li Qingshen watched Ling Momo, her eyes serene, the corners of her lips curved in a gentle smile. Silently, he took out his phone and captured this eternal moment.
Afterward, he slowly swiped through the photos on his phone, all of which were of Momo: at End of the World in Hainan, at Niagara Falls in New York, on a London bus... and right here, right now.
Li Qingshen gazed for a long time before he slowly put away his phone and quietly stepped beside Ling Momo, standing in silence with her.
