The roadside French sycamores had become desolate, and the leaves remaining on the branches were few. When the big wind blew, some leaves were still falling.
The leaves were too heavy, and when they landed on the ground, they would make a sound. Qin Mu couldn't help but watch the leaves being blown and sliding on the ground, then asked Xiaomei: "How many years have we been here?"
"Almost five years!"
Xiaomei replied while looking across at the lake surface.
In the blink of an eye, so much time has passed.
They have established careers and settled down here, and are no longer in the distanced relationship they were when they first arrived.
"Five years!"
Qin Mu's lowered eyes also looked at the chilly lake across, her hair was blown up by the wind, covering her lips, as if covering up all her bad memories in this city.
It's just that there's someone who can never return.
Qin Mu suddenly realized she somewhat misses him.
