Sang Nian had saved up a lot of words he wanted to say to her, but when they were finally alone together, he didn't know how to start.
In the end, it was Jin Zhu who asked him first, "How's life over there? Is it very tiring?"
Sang Nian replied with a faint smile, "Not tiring."
As a young man, he couldn't readily admit to fatigue, and he knew that on the road of life, physical suffering and exhaustion were actually the least significant.
With a strong inner support, he could endure anything.
Jin Zhu glanced at him and couldn't help but mutter softly, "Silly."
During their conversation, she happened to see a dandelion that had landed on his shoulder, blown from somewhere unknown. She stopped walking and reached over to take it from his shoulder.
Sang Nian watched her movements, his heart quivering slightly.
As she withdrew her hand, he unconsciously reached out to hold her, "Jin Zhu."
