On the grass, the boy hung his head in sorrow, while the girl cautiously reminisced about the journey of her life, and above them, the sky still held the moon in the east and rain in the west.
The space fell silent for a while.
Ou Lan finally revisited her 19 years of life, and it seemed she hadn't done anything to deserve being struck by lightning. With that realization, she finally felt at ease.
Only then did she come back to her senses and pulled the boy back into her arms.
Looking down, she saw the boy had cried until his face was covered with tears.
"Oh dear, Zhan Xiaotuo, stop crying now. If you keep this up, I'm afraid you'll turn into a dried-up doll by tomorrow."
Zhan Lingtao kept on crying, his little hands constantly wiping his eyes. Suddenly, as if afraid of losing her, he leaned onto Ou Lan's shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around her neck, "Ou Xiaolan, I really love you so much, I'm not lying to you!"