It seems, just like back then, at this moment.
What remains unchanged is that they're walking on this path once again.
At the end of the road, there's a brilliantly lit bridge.
Beneath the bridge, under a willow tree, still retaining its vibrant greenery in September, though occasionally a few leaves are plucked by the cool evening breeze, gently descending, swirling down, landing on the bench.
An Nuannuan and Xu Musen's gazes both fall on the bench.
On one night long ago, a shy yet unusually bold An Nuannuan made the first move in her attack.
"Xu Musen... would you like to date me?"
The memory remains so vivid, originally planned as Xu Musen's confession, he ended up being the one confessed to.
Their relationship, at that moment, was truly and rightfully confirmed.
"You remember, huh?" An Nuannuan looked at the bench, then at Xu Musen.
"How could I forget, it was the first time in my life a girl confessed to me."
