That person, is Qin Zixiao.
With the school anniversary celebrated once every decade, he also accepted an invitation to come this time.
However, amidst the bustling crowd and the clamor of voices, he… sought a moment of tranquility.
Unconsciously, his feet led him here.
On his way, he hadn't seen a single soul, but as he walked in, he saw An Xiaoyu sitting there under the corridor, leaning against a pillar… as if she had fallen asleep.
In that instant, his heart inexplicably trembled, and without knowing whether it was subconscious or unintentional, his steps became very light, as if afraid to disturb her.
How long… had it been since he last spent such a quiet moment alone with her?
Once, the Purple Wisteria vines had witnessed every little detail between the two of them… those were the most beautiful times of their youth.
Yet, ever since she returned from M country, it was as if she had become a different person; she and he… seemed to be drifting further apart.
