Casually picked a direction and set off.
Opened the umbrella, the sun was still blazing at past four, and as soon as she got out of the taxi, the hot, dry air rushed at her.
Xiao Meng walked on the bustling small town streets, walking, watching...
She hoped to see something in the crowd, even if just a pair of eyes and brows similar to his.
People are like this, it seems.
When the longing in one's heart overflows, the imagination will grow.
No matter how much reality has struck this person, they still can't help but hold fantasies about reality...
Around some corner of the small town, he would suddenly appear, open his arms to her and say, "I am waiting for you!"
Raising her head, a window in a hotel suddenly opens, and he extends his hand, beckoning her gently.
Or even on some ruined wall, his handwriting remains, a clue only she could understand...
Perhaps there is still some unknown corner in this small town where he hides, and she... will wander into it.
