In the deep, silent forest, where the sunlight shone abundantly, there was a tranquility one dared not disturb.
Ya loosened his grip on the steering wheel, slouched in the seat, and did not intend to wake her up.
After quite some time, he took a cigarette out of the car. Then, he opened the car door a little and took a suit jacket from the trunk to drape over Gu Xiaoxi.
In the end, he lighted the cigarette and sighed as he gazed at the valley not far away.
He had wandered in this world for thirty years, not knowing where his relatives were? Not knowing where home was?
He went with the flow, having seen women by the tens, if not hundreds, thousands… Yet none could make him want to take a second glance after the first.
But Gu Xiaoxi was an exception. The first time he saw her, he felt nothing special, as she seemed like an ordinary person.
Ever since a strange dream, she seemed to have taken root in his heart, making him remember her.
