On the afternoon of August 29, Li Wei returned to the Jiang Family to visit Jiang Xinyue and say goodbye at the same time.
This time, Jiang Xinyue had very little to say.
Li Wei showed her three-petaled lotus flower and chatted about some visions of the future.
She prattled on by herself for quite a while, while Jiang Xinyue only gave an occasional perfunctory response and stayed silent most of the time.
As she went on, Li Wei found she could no longer continue.
The two of them sat in a daze, each lost in their own thoughts, for a very long time.
It was not until the sun in the west dyed the horizon red and the last sliver of afterglow was about to vanish that Li Wei finally stood up.
"It's getting late. I should go."
She prepared to say goodbye.
"Come here."
Jiang Xinyue suddenly sat upright in the reclining chair and beckoned Li Wei over.
Li Wei hurried over and half-crouched in front of her.
A warm palm covered the top of her head and gently, slowly, rubbed her hair.
Jiang Xinyue's voice was somewhat ethereal, as though it had come from a distant place.
"When I first met you, it was here too. Back then, I only thought you were noisy. I just wanted to send you away quickly so I could have some peace..."
"But how is it that after seeing you only a few times, it feels as though you've grown up by my side since childhood?"
Before she had finished speaking, a force pulled Li Wei over and hugged her tightly into a warm embrace.
A damp heat soon spread across her shoulder.
Li Wei's body stiffened for a moment, then gradually relaxed. She wrapped her arms around Jiang Xinyue in