He had never seen Qiaoqiao wear that red sweater before, but on her, it accentuated her small face, as pink as peach blossom petals. She sat in front of the table with a set of carving knives he was very familiar with, which her grandfather had left her. On the table, a few stones were placed there.
Qiaoqiao wasn't carving, instead she seemed to be gazing melancholically out of the window. After a moment, she let out a long sigh, holding a stone in her hand, and a teardrop fell upon it.
She stared in a daze, then gave a mocking smile, quickly wiping away the tear. Qin Yize felt a pang in his heart and unconsciously called out, "Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao..."
But unfortunately, Qiaoqiao didn't respond at all.
Only then did Qin Yize realize he couldn't move.
It was as if time had frozen him in place.
Then, Qin Yize seemed to feel a bit dizzy because the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
He saw himself!
