The long-missed Jiankang City.
After entering the city gate and walking a few dozen meters, Chu Yu stopped in her tracks, oblivious to the bustling crowd around her.
Tranquility unfurled inside her like a dehydrated petal regaining life, blossoming in layers upon layers within her heart.
With it grew a sense of fatigue and languor.
The wind that passed through Jiankang City, coming from the Qinhuai River, dispersed the tender moisture with the air of autumn, leaving only a trace of coolness when it reached Chu Yu.
The golden autumn sun was extravagantly spilling from the sky, boundless and vast, causing Chu Yu to squint slightly; for a moment, she felt as if she was experiencing an illusion of a bygone era.
The past month seemed like a dream, dispersed without trace by a mere breeze, yet Rong Zhi remained within that dream, leaving her side.