That night, the two of them didn't return but instead pitched a tent on Qingshan and spent the night.
Sheng Qianxia lay in Gong Beiyao's arms, watching the twinkling stars in the night sky, watching the shooting stars streak across the darkness.
He seemed like her star.
Her shooting star.
Very beautiful.
And he could fulfill her wishes.
But very fleeting.
She liked it very much, yet, it would eventually vanish.
"What are you thinking about, you seem so distracted?" Gong Beiyao asked her.
"Thinking of you," Sheng Qianxia said, "I want to ask you what it's like to have a good memory."
If her memory was as good as his, she could remember every detail related to him and never fear forgetting them...
"It feels very annoying," Gong Beiyao said.
"Annoying? How could it be annoying to remember all the beautiful things?"
"Because I also remember the unpleasant things very clearly," Gong Beiyao said, "Almost without thinking, those images repeatedly play in my mind."
