In front of her was a vast expanse of snow-white cherry blossoms, and the midday sun was very dazzling. Chi Xiaoyu stood amidst the sea of flowers, tilting her head to look up at the sky.
Her vision was a blur of white, and she could no longer distinguish where the sunlight ended and the flowers began.
"Baby, don't lower your head, your crown will fall off!"
Gong Beiming's gentle voice rang in her ears.
She suddenly turned around, only to see a large expanse of white blossoms behind her.
"Gong Beiming! Where are you!" she shouted loudly.
"Baby Chi, shall we start a real romance?"
"Baby Chi, do you want to play the tadpole-finding-mother game together?"
His familiar voice came from afar. She ran desperately, calling out his name anxiously. Although his voice was right by her ear, she could never find his figure.
She was very upset, panicked, and afraid of this feeling of not being able to find him.