Lin Xiaorou stood still in surprise, turned around to look at Ling Momo, but found that Ling Momo's gaze seemed somewhat distant.
"Have you ever loved someone?"
Such a simple and indifferent sentence pulled out all the dusty memories from the depths of her heart.
Last year at this time, she had started traveling around the globe to record beautiful sceneries.
Last year at this time, she had stood in front of her great-grandfather's grave and told someone that she was all alone in this world, and he said she still had him.
Last year at this time, she had begun to slowly fall in love with someone.
In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
"Momo, what's wrong?" Lin Xiaorou's voice reached her, and Ling Momo blinked, snapped back to reality, curved her lips into a smile, and continued walking forward with Lin Xiaorou. As they walked, Ling Momo suddenly asked, "Xiaorou, what's the date today?"
