The next day, Ningyan and Zhuo Junyue also got up early.
Last night, the little one mentioned wanting to watch the sunrise, so Lord Zhuo, with his strong sense of time, was as punctual as an alarm clock.
After helping Ningyan get dressed, Zhuo Junyue took her to the back mountain.
The sky was still somewhat overcast, the sun hadn't risen yet, and they could only see the white light spreading in the east.
The two found a clean stone, sat on it, and waited for the sunrise.
"Honey, are you cold?"
Ningyan shook her head. Just before going out, he had chosen her clothes, which were warm and thick.
Zhuo Junyue reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
After a while, the east became increasingly brighter, with a few white clouds appearing, as if lined with a golden edge.
Ningyan leaned against his side and thought of a song, being with him at sunrise, being with her at sunset, until they grow old.
The morning breeze gently blew, carrying a slight chill.
