"I'm not like you. I like to wander around," Wen Zhiyuan looked at her, "and as I wander, I discover beauty."
The meaning of the journey lies in encounters—encountering beautiful scenery, encountering different people.
Until you find that one most suitable, you will stop.
Shen Di did not respond; she just smiled faintly, gazing at the scenery before her. The summer breeze blew against her face, carrying a fresh fragrance, along with the scent of mint from Wen Zhiyuan.
The surface of the lake was mostly calm, just like her heart, undisturbed.
Or perhaps, for so many years, her heart hadn't been much stirred.
After sitting by the lake for a while, Wen Zhiyuan's phone rang.
"Teacher," Wen Zhiyuan called out.
"Zhiyuan, where are you? There's a tricky surgery here, and we need you to come over."
"I'm in the suburbs, driving there will probably take about twenty minutes."
"Then come right now!"
"Okay."
