"Xiao Mo---! Have you forgotten what you said..."
Jiang Jinghao stood where he was, calling out, and Qiao Mo's steps slowly came to a halt.
"You said we would go to Beihai to see the cherry blossoms together, to Finland to see the aurora, to climb Mount Everest, to Jerusalem for pilgrimage..."
"You said after we got married, we would travel the world together, see the ends of the earth... When we grow old, we'd buy a house, you plant flowers, I pull weeds every day..."
Qiao Mo's feet felt rooted to the ground, listening to his words, her tears flowed increasingly fiercely.
Until a car nearby impatiently honked 'beep beep...', Qiao Mo finally came to her senses and walked towards the car.
His voice grew distant, mingled with the rain increasingly indistinct, yet even so, every word pierced Qiao Mo painfully, aching so much she found it hard to breathe.
She didn't turn back, opened the car door, got in, as merciless as a sharp weapon.
"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo!"
