Vaguely, she remembered that time on the island during the show recording, Xu Qingyan stood under the shade of trees. The sunlight from above filtered through the sparse tree canopy, casting shifting patterns across his face.
Light and shadow intermingled, forming a mottled silhouette.
Behind him stood a row of old island houses, set against a cloudless azure sky.
Many details of those seven days had faded from memory, but this scene alone remained vivid—perhaps because, at that moment, all she had wanted was the vitality that Xu Qingyan exuded, similar to the lush greenery of summer trees. Now, she had it.
The boarding announcement rang out, and Pei Muchan opened her eyes, her gaze slightly drooping as she contemplated whether, since they liked each other, they should simply be together?
But as soon as she thought this, she felt uncertain about Xu Qingyan's feelings.