She stopped and walked, and by the time she had circled the entire Houhai, it was already evening.

She must have been tired of walking, so she stopped in a place where there was no one, flipped a tissue from her bag, put it on the ground, and sat down.

She stared thoughtfully at the lake for a long time before blinking her eyelids, retracting her gaze and lowering her head. Her fingertips touched the ground carelessly, and inadvertently touched a stone, which she picked up, and then squatted up, pinched the stone, and scratched it very the ground.

He was afraid of being discovered by her, so he deliberately separated himself from her for some distance, but he could vaguely make out from her gesture that she seemed to be writing something on the ground.

It took a while for her to stop.

She stared at the place on the ground where she had just written and painted, looked at it, and was stunned, and then He Jichen clearly noticed her expression, from the initial indifference, little by little became extremely sad, just when he thought she was going to cry, she turned her head and looked at the lake.

Maybe it was because she had been squawing for a long time, and her legs were sore, so she didn't walk for too long this time, so she dropped the stone and stood up.

She moved her legs in place for a moment, looked down at the ground again, and finally walked away.

After she walked far, far away, He Jichen appeared where she had just sit.

At this time, the sky is dark, all the lights around Houhai have been lit up, the lake is sparkling, and the scenery is a beautiful mess.

He Jichen used the dim street lamp on the side to identify the white marks on the ground marked with stones: the afterglow was full of you.

It was a simple seven words, and He Jichen read it word by word several times before he made this sentence coherent in his heart.

He didn't know how many times he had recited this sentence silently, and finally it only turned into four words, which surrounded his heart for a long time.

"Afterglow", "Full", "Full", "Afterglow"......

A gust of night wind blew, with the biting chill of early winter, waking up He Jichen, who was standing in place and distracted.

He lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the sadness and loss that appeared in his eyes, and then turned his head and looked around for Ji Yi.

There was no longer her presence around, and he walked briskly for a distance in the direction she had just left, and then through the glass window of a bar called "Flying Fish", he saw her sitting quietly by the window, tilting her head, ordering wine from the waiter.

He Jichen stood on the side of the street, looked at Ji Yi for a while, and also entered this bar.

There were no lights in the bar, except for the place where the singers were stationed, there were lights on the floor, and only a candle burned at each table.

The dim light blurred people's faces, He Jichen made a silent gesture at the waiter who greeted him, chose the position behind Ji Yi, sat down back to back, and then took the wine list on the table and ordered a cup of tea.