Behind her, there was no one, but Xu Xiaoyou knew, there was a girl standing right in front of her at this moment, staring deeply at her, that intense emotion traversing time and space, breaking through the virtual barriers, crossing all loneliness and coldness.
"Xin?" she blurted out the girl's name. "Where are you...?"
"Are you by my side?"
The lonely journey on the wasteland has no end, the sad traveling ballad waits for the poet to sing it to the end. The distance between the two is like stars in the universe, the light of longing crossing the corona of stars, the spiral arms of the galaxy, flying through the atmosphere and galaxies, from singularity to heat death, no one knows if they can meet, no one knows if they can reflect in each other's eyes.
People missing each other, separated by a thin veil, yet also by the canopy of heaven.
