Mu Zimo—'That day's sunset was impossibly beautiful... but I was too busy looking at the side of your face!'
A small, cute phone pouch hung across her chest. Inside were Qiao An's most important things: her phone, her keys, the tracking badge Mu Zimo had given her, and the fluffy charm they had won together. It swayed back and forth with her every move.
The sun was about to set, and an orange halo of light enveloped the two of them.
He rubbed his calloused fingertips together, desperately wanting to take Qiao An's hand, even if just once.
'Human desire truly is a bottomless pit.' Originally, Mu Zimo had only wanted to watch Qiao An grow strong and independent, to become like a free wind, blowing wherever she pleased.
Through all the push and pull, the testing of boundaries, the ambiguity... he felt like he was consciously sinking. Mu Zimo found himself wanting more and more, the turmoil in his heart growing harder to suppress.
