Next to him, someone was slowly making their way to the shore, step by heavy step.
After a year apart, so many things had indeed changed.
The close dependence they had a year ago had now transformed into near-strangerhood.
But the memories were completely vivid, the emotions and regret that would accompany him for the rest of his life.
That girl, who had once only smiled or frowned for him, was now another family's daughter.
How important was the Mu family in her heart?
Perhaps, he could already see it now, crystal clear.
She was afraid of Mu Xiaojiu, yet she cared about him so much.
She cared about Mu Xiaojiu, but why then, was she marrying Mu Xiaoyao?
The little maiden, did she even know what she was doing?
Or did she know what she wanted?
When night fell, a campfire was lit on the beach.
It was a peaceful night because the two men at the center of attention weren't arguing.
They didn't argue, and so the night became especially tranquil and comforting.