It was a rhythm like a tempest. He felt as if he'd suddenly been enlightened; after more than three years, he had finally found the way to completely conquer love...
Yan Xixi was always quiet and peaceful. It was an extreme sense of security. She felt the world had suddenly become beautiful, fulfilling, and full of positive energy—as if, an orphan no more, she was no longer so lonely. Time seemed to have stopped. She would willingly follow him, even if it meant shattering to pieces. Perhaps, this way of "death" could even be beautiful... Li Ao once said that if one could choose the most delightful way to die... he would prefer this way. That was Yan Xixi's thought at this very moment: if she were to die like this, it wouldn't matter at all.
For a long, long time, the air carried only the faint scent of camellias, uneven breaths, and restless heartbeats. No one spoke, as if a single word would cause this utterly new joy to vanish into thin air.
