The roadside kerosene lamps cast a pale light.
The long street seemed to stretch into endless darkness. With his War Bow slung over his back and a Long Sword in his hand, Chen Shouyi walked alone along the road.
He kept feeling as though he had forgotten something, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't remember what.
He hurried toward home, but the road seemed especially long today.
He felt as though he'd been walking for ages. Maybe half an hour had passed; maybe it was already the middle of the night. He felt exhausted and weak, his head heavy and foggy. He really wanted to sit down and rest.
But he hadn't made it home yet. He couldn't rest.
His parents and younger sister must have been waiting anxiously. They hadn't seen him for so long; they had to be worried sick.
He paused, confused by his own thoughts.
"Why would Mom, Dad, and my sister be so eager to see me? Have I been away from home for a long time? But why does it feel like it's only been a little while?"
Just then, a familiar voice interrupted Chen Shouyi's thoughts.
"Chen Shouyi, it really is you! I thought I was seeing things."
At the sound of her voice, Chen Shouyi looked up in delighted surprise. A beautiful figure stood gracefully ahead. "Zhang Xiaoyue, what are you doing here?"
"I live here! My family moved to Hedong City six months ago, and later we moved here. I've been thinking about you every day lately. Have you thought about me?" Zhang Xiaoyue came up to Chen Shouyi and asked shyly.
"Of course I have! I've been thinking about you every day too!" Chen Shouyi immediately took a quick step forward, grasped her soft, delicate hand, and