In less than an hour, about thirty minutes, Uncle Wu returned.
His shoulders and head were still covered with unbrushed snow.
"Young Master, Young Mistress, everything is ready."
Uncle Wu bowed slightly.
This was Uncle Wu's speed.
By now, Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun had finished breakfast and washed up.
"Good." Jiang Junyi nodded and came behind Wan Qingyun.
"Shall we go?"
"Mm!"
Leaving the hotel, Wan Qingyun finally saw the magnificent snowy scenery of Skellige.
Large goose-feather-like snowflakes floated down gracefully, and she couldn't help but reach out to catch them.
The world she saw with her own eyes was so beautiful.
She could no longer remember what the world looked like; years of blindness had made her forget all scenery.
"Is it beautiful?" Jiang Junyi slowly pushed Wan Qingyun along the bustling street.
The festive atmosphere was still exceptionally strong.
"Mm." Wan Qingyun nodded, joy surging in her eyes.
"In the future, you'll see even more beautiful scenery," Jiang Junyi said softly.
"Then... you have to be with me," Wan Qingyun said softly, "These sceneries only have meaning when you are here."
Jiang Junyi stroked Wan Qingyun's beautiful hair: "Of course."
"Young Master, our first stop is—the Wind and Snow Music Stage."
Uncle Wu introduced, holding a small notebook.
"Skellige's open-air ballad sanctuary, where blizzards resonate with harps."
"Sounds a bit interesting," Jiang Junyi raised an eyebrow.
Wan Qingyun also looked expectant; the name itself sounded very romantic.
The Wind and Snow Music Stage was not far from Skellige City, located at the peak of the nearest snowy mountain to the main city.
Though called a mountain peak, Skellige City was actually higher than this snowy mountain.
After walking up a small slope, they reached the mountain peak platform.
Jiang Junyi carried Wan Qingyun up the stone steps, with Uncle Wu carrying the wheelchair behind them.
Once they reached the platform, Jiang Junyi put Wan Qingyun back down.
Looking closely, an epic and romantic atmosphere rushed over them.
Grey-white giant stones, like the remains of ancient giants, were piled into a circular staircase, with a naturally protruding ice pillar in the center carved into the shape of a harp.
Strangely, the strings of the ice-carved harp were subtly vibrating, and the wind passing through created ethereal sounds.
"This is the Ice Crystal Harp Stage; the strings are made from Skellige's unique steel—Winter Steel," Uncle Wu introduced from the side.
There were some tourists dressed as bards and others in druid attire nearby.
Overall, it was magical and romantic.
Jiang Junyi pushed Wan Qingyun around, discovering that it backed onto a cliff, overlooking a raging sea.
A sense of vastness in heaven and earth arose spontaneously.
At this moment, Wan Qingyun suddenly pointed to the distant sea: "Junyi, what is that?"
Jiang Junyi followed her gaze, and a huge shadow beneath the sea surface gradually emerged.
Tourists around them all excitedly ran over, looking in the direction Wan Qingyun had pointed earlier.
Before Jiang Junyi could explain, he heard a melodious cry.
It was like a cello bow string sinking into the seabed, pulling out a rich and melodious tune, occasionally leaping out with a string of silver-bell-like overtones.
This whale song permeated their hearts.
The ethereal yet slightly melancholic tail note seemed to strike directly at people's souls.
Unconsciously, Wan Qingyun was lost in thought, and a stream of tears flowed down her face.
In that instant, she recalled past suffering, a lonely world, and then remembered the person beside her, holding light, forcefully and domineeringly tearing through the darkness in her heart.
After Jiang Junyi noticed this, he gently wiped her tears: "The whispers from deep-sea giants are indeed lonely and desolate."
"But do you know? It also has another meaning."
Jiang Junyi's words caught Wan Qingyun's attention, and she turned her head to look at him: "What is it?"
"It is the ocean's love letter, using waves as punctuation, written to the unyielding rocks on land."
Wan Qingyun blinked: "Such a sad sound, and it has a romantic explanation?"
Jiang Junyi smiled: "Sadness is not its lament; love is."
At this moment, Uncle Wu quietly and stealthily handed over a piece of paper from behind, then walked aside, bending down to pick up something...
Jiang Junyi quickly glanced at the note, then crumpled it into a ball and put it in his pocket.
"Legend has it that when lovers hear its cry, it signifies—"
"Love echoes eternally, unwavering."
Upon hearing Jiang Junyi's explanation, Wan Qingyun's eyes sparkled brightly, and her gaze at Jiang Junyi was full of stars:
"How do you know so much?"
Jiang Junyi smiled triumphantly: "Every moment since you opened your eyes, I've been thinking about one thing."
"Hmm? What thing?"
"How to tell you, I love you."
Wan Qingyun's pretty face flushed, and she gently punched Jiang Junyi: "You... you're annoying..."
Note to self: At this time, what girls say is often the opposite of what they mean.
Annoying = Like.
"Hehe~ Let's go, let's check out the next attraction," Jiang Junyi said.
"Mm-hmm."
At this moment, Uncle Wu had something to say: "Young Master, legend has it that the Ice Crystal Harp can produce music."
"Huh? Isn't it making sounds now?" Jiang Junyi asked, puzzled.
"It's different. The reason there are so many tourists dressed as bards here isn't just for the atmosphere."
"It's also because playing here has a chance to cause the Ice Crystal Harp to resonate."
Uncle Wu explained.
"Oh~~~" Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun responded in unison.
So, what does that have to do with me?
"Young Master, you can try."
Uncle Wu directly pulled out a guitar and handed it to Jiang Junyi.
Jiang Junyi's eyes widened, "Are you kidding me, buddy?"
This part wasn't announced in advance!
Jiang Junyi looked at Wan Qingyun, who was gradually showing anticipation, then at Uncle Wu's firm expression.
His eyebrow twitched slightly: Uncle Wu, are you messing with me?
Uncle Wu's slightly graying eyebrow also twitched: Young Master, trust me, this resonance has great power.
Jiang Junyi raised one eyebrow: "Are you sure?"
Uncle Wu nodded: "Sure, this guitar is custom-made by me!"
Jiang Junyi gritted his teeth, "Alright!"
He took the guitar and looked at Wan Qingyun: "Qingyun, do you want to hear it?"
"Yes, but~ I just simply want to hear you play," Wan Qingyun smiled slightly.
Jiang Junyi leaned down, looking directly into Wan Qingyun's eyes: "Then I should at least get some compensation for my hard work, right?"
Wan Qingyun's cheeks flushed. She, of course, knew what he meant.
"Kiss~"
"Let's do it!" Jiang Junyi was full of energy.
He walked onto the Ice Crystal Harp Stage, an action that drew the attention of many nearby tourists.
After all, stepping onto that stage meant having absolute confidence in one's skill.
Most importantly, it meant having someone deeply loved in one's heart.
"Dong dong~"
The sound of strings rang out.
Uncle Wu played the violin as accompaniment from the side.
The two combined, like memories slowly unfolding.
"Searching for the sun where there's no wind~"
"Being the warm sun where you feel cold~"
A magnetic, deep voice rose, stating his love for her in a calm tone.
"For the rest of my life, I only want you..."
"For the rest of my life—"
"You are the wind and snow—"
"You are the ordinariness—"
"You are also the poverty—"
...
The melody, carried by the wind and snow, entered Wan Qingyun's ears. Her lips curved slightly, and her body swayed gently, feeling the strong emotions in Jiang Junyi's song.
Their eyes met, tenderness flowing between them.
"Click."
Uncle Wu, again, keenly captured this moment!
"Ding—ding~"
The Ice Crystal Harp now emitted ethereal and melodious sounds.
It accompanied the singing and guitar, weaving together the most beautiful romance.
Upon hearing it, Wan Qingyun's expression instantly filled with surprise and joy, the happiness in her eyes overflowing with the melody.
When the song ended, Jiang Junyi came to Wan Qingyun's side: "How was it?"
She reached out and cupped Jiang Junyi's face, giving him a light kiss:
"You've planted the word 'forever' in my ear."
Jiang Junyi, upon hearing this, showed a wide, happy smile.
"Let's go! To the next place!"
"Mm!"
Yes, for the rest of my life, it's all about you.
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