Lin Xian turned his head and looked at Zhao Yingjun's oversized straw sun hat:
"You said the same thing as Huang Que."
"Of course."
Zhao Yingjun smiled:
"After all, we are the same person."
"So... for many things, actually, Huang Que and I can empathize. We think about the same things and love the same person."
"This is why I came to Copenhagen... Lin Xian, everything Huang Que did was to let you step on the lessons of failure and move toward success, toward a better life without regrets. If Huang Que could see us now, she would definitely feel comforted."
She closed her eyes, letting the sea breeze brush her face.
It felt as if, standing right before her, was a thirty-something version of herself. In those blue pupils, there was nothing but a young reflection of herself.
"Thank you."
Zhao Yingjun said softly.
On this beach was a brave hero, someone who had traveled across time to guide Lin Xian onto the right path and ultimately delivered him back to her hands.
