Luo Xikui put the pinky ring back into the lucky bag, and then put the lucky bag away in her bag.

After leaving the silver jewelry shop, she saw that it was still early and strolled slowly along the old street by herself.

Six years isn't a long time, but it felt like an eternity to her, from an innocent young girl who knew nothing of the world to someone who now seemed old and weary.

Luo Xikui walked a long way and found that the place had changed drastically. Even the roads had been renovated, and the shops were much more orderly than before. It felt so unfamiliar to her that she felt quite bored.

She stopped and hailed a taxi to the music store.

By the time I came out of the music store carrying my violin, dusk had already fallen.

The autumn breeze was cool today, and she was interested in seeing the night view, so she went to the Bund, which is now the most bustling part of Yihai.

The overpass was brightly lit, and at this time of day, there were still many street performers putting on shows—dancing, dressing up as mascots, and playing various instruments and singing.

She watched with a faint smile, finding it all quite lively, which reminded her of how she had once played the violin on the streets of America to build up her courage.

On a whim, he put down his bag, opened the violin case, and took out the violin.

With his back to the riverbank, he placed the zither on his shoulder, lowered his eyes, and placed the bow on it.

The music flowed from the friction between the bow and the strings, melodious and pleasant.

She closed her eyes, as if the hustle and bustle of the place had nothing to do with her, and immersed herself in playing the violin, even more so than when she was in the concert hall.

She played the song of the wanderer better than ever before.

When the song ended, she snapped out of her reverie, opened her eyes, and was startled to find a crowd gathered in front of her, many of them recording videos and taking photos with their phones.

She quickly put away her violin, grabbed her bag, and prepared to leave.

The crowd continued to follow her, but she kept her head down, not wanting her face to be photographed.

She bumped into someone while walking quickly, apologized repeatedly, and looked up to find the world silent.

After all the twists and turns, Luo Xikui never expected to run into Xu Ziyu under such circumstances, so unexpectedly.

She was stunned for a moment, staring straight at him as if they were the only ones left in this bustling city.

In six years, he has transformed from a handsome young man into this reserved and aloof man.

He was two months younger than her, but he looked much more mature and had grown taller; she had to look up slightly to see his face.

He has changed a lot. His facial features are much more defined, his Adam's apple is more prominent than before, his nose seems higher, and his eyes are so deep that you can't see the bottom of them.

She stared blankly, wondering if she was dreaming.

Xu Ziyu frowned slightly, glanced at the crowd taking pictures behind Luo Xikui, then put his arm around her shoulder and led her across the road.

It wasn't until she got into the car and saw Uncle Zhang that she snapped out of her daze and looked at Xu Ziyu sitting next to her.

It really was him; he was sitting right next to me.

"Why are you mute? Can't you speak anymore?" Xu Ziyu asked, his voice no longer the low, hoarse voice of a teenager going through puberty, but a pleasant, magnetic one.

Luo Xikui looked at him and almost couldn't help but rush over and hug him.

But he clenched his fists and forced himself to hold back. He finally managed to find his voice in his throat, but could only say these four words: "Long time no see."

Xu Ziyu glanced at her; her eyes looked a little red, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing something.

She didn't look much different from before, except that her eyebrows and eyes had matured, making her even more radiant and beautiful, and she seemed to have grown taller as well.

The most obvious change is that the small hill of yesteryear has now grown into a high mountain, adding a touch of femininity.