The voice was faintly discernible, lingering around his ear. Yuan Shen's brows furrowed slightly as he tried to open his eyes to see who was calling him, but his eyelids felt as if they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, making it impossible to open them.
He exerted all his strength, clenching his teeth tightly, and finally forced his eyes open.
A sudden flash of light pierced his eyes, and he instinctively raised his hand to shield them.
He heard footsteps approaching, squinting his eyes to look through the gaps between his fingers.
A girl was walking against the light, the warm sunshine enveloping her, glowing. Yuan Shen's eyes traveled upward until they focused on her face, and his mind went blank.
This is... seventeen-year-old Qin Qian.
This place... is the back hill of the school where they first met.
How did he return here?
