Gu Qiye couldn't really recall what happened later that day.
He only remembered that on the train back to China, Su Zimai was first red-eyed, head hanging, lost in thought for a long, long time. Her face was pale, and the eyes she had just lowered quickly became shrouded in a mist of tears.
At that moment, she suddenly reacted, slowly raised her head, and stared at him angrily.
For a long time, she nearly threw a tantrum, hitting and scolding him like a hysterical little madwoman.
But then, Su Zimai again lay in his arms, hugging him as she cried for a long, long time.
The light and shadows swayed in the train carriage, like a drunken dream. The girl cried silently, while the young man stared blankly out the window, lost in thought.
They also wished it was just a dream.
If only this were merely a dream, how wonderful would that be?
