Qiao Chengxun followed closely behind her, seeing her anxious expression, and grew worried, "Meimei, slow down."
Wen Meimei turned a deaf ear to him and continued walking towards that place deeply embedded in her memory.
Through the abandoned factory, a lush field of reeds suddenly appeared before them.
In Wen Meimei's clear eyes, tiny starlights flickered as a familiar feeling emerged in her heart, as if her body was fiercely slapped by something. She lifted her foot and stepped into the half-height reed cluster.
The reeds were prickly, yet the girl was oblivious as she directly reached out to push them aside, unfortunately cutting her arm.
Qiao Chengxun reached out to grasp her lotus-like arm and stopped her, "Meimei, where do you want to go?"
Wen Meimei pointed ahead, "There, there's a river."
"I'll take you there, follow me." Qiao Chengxun sheltered his wife behind him, blazing a trail forward for her.
