Xu Musen draped a coat over her shoulders.
"The sun is about to set, don't catch a cold."
Yao Mingyue looked much healthier, but her body was still not well. She lifted her head and gazed at the sunset slowly melding with the ocean, standing at the foot of the mountain, barely able to see much light.
She smiled self-deprecatingly: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk... indeed, as my literature teacher used to say, ancient poems are not learned, but gradually experienced. One day, there will be that one poem that becomes the most perfect verse in your heart."
This sunset was breathtakingly beautiful, but soon it would completely sink into the ocean. She lowered her head, looked at her hand, and the sunlight slowly slipped away from her fingertips...
"But I prefer, 'After the dark willows and bright flowers, there's another village.'
Xu Musen tightly clasped her hand, his smile as warm as ever, seemingly unyielding.
"Let's go!"
