France's sky, already dusk.
The red sun has lost its sharp brilliance.
Since graduating while following Qi Lingfeng in college, I haven't returned here.
Back when she was still Huo Xiaoxi, and discussing marriage with Qi Lingfeng, she had said they'd come here for their honeymoon, and that they'd walk hand in hand to see the campus they once studied at...
Everything was always imagined to be incredibly beautiful.
Never thought she'd experience so much, so much that it felt like her whole life was a dream.
She gently bit her lip.
On the plane, she had roughly removed the bright bridal makeup, and now her lips seemed pale. Sitting in a French taxi, still in the white traditional wedding dress, she gazed at the unfamiliar European architecture before her, silently watching, with emotions rising and falling within her.
Abiao handed over a pile of things before leaving, among which was a card with an address written on it.
