Inside the garden, there were green grasses, charming flowers, clear streams, and exquisite rockeries.
Qin Feiyang walked slowly along a narrow path, looking at the familiar surroundings, his eyes full of confusion.
His mind, usually so calm, was now a chaotic jumble. He really didn't know how to judge whether all of this was just a dream, or real.
Unconsciously, he walked onto a small bridge. A stream flowed beneath, its clear waters reflecting the Yu'er swimming back and forth.
Qin Feiyang stood on the bridge, looking at his reflection in the water, feeling helpless.
In the past, he rarely asked for help. But now, he wished someone could give him some guidance.
After a long pause, he withdrew his gaze and turned to a pavilion next to the bridge, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
When he was a child, he often sat in the pavilion to read, practice calligraphy, and study various history books.
