Xu Jixin nodded, "We'll take the waterway as a shortcut and we'll meet them by noon tomorrow!"

At noon on the fifth day, Xu Zhuohua leaned on the railing at the stern of the ship, watching the white waves rolling behind the large ship, feeling a mix of emotions.

The fact that she hasn't been going to Xinhai City or Cheng Muyun these days doesn't mean she doesn't care about him. On the contrary, there hasn't been a single day that she hasn't thought about Cheng Muyun.

She wished she could sprout wings and fly to Shinkai City.

The ship slowly came to a stop. Xinghua came over and said that it was a cargo transfer on the Dongxing South Line, which wouldn't take too much time, so Xu Zhuohua didn't pay much attention.

Looking at the surging river, my heart grew heavier.

Xu Jixin received a telegram almost every two hours, providing real-time updates on Xu Zhuohua's movements.

They didn't meet until noon. Xu Jixin stopped the boat and, under the pretext of unloading cargo, the two boarded the ship.

The gangplank, positioned between the two boats, swayed slightly.

When Cheng Muyun stepped onto the wooden plank, he felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and they were so soft that he felt like he was floating. Every step felt like he was walking on cotton.

Feeling apprehensive as one approaches home? No, it's even more intense.

The guide walked briskly, and Cheng Muyun's gaze had already passed through the shadows of the cabin, heading straight towards the stern.

It was only a few dozen steps, but it felt like half a lifetime had passed.

Two figures stood side by side by the railing at the stern of the ship.

Xu Zhuohua was facing away from them, the wind ruffling the stray hairs at her temples, revealing a small section of her smooth forehead.

Xinghua stood beside her, whispering something, her lips moving as if she were trying to comfort her.

The moon-white cheongsam she wore shimmered softly in the sunlight, making her figure appear even more slender, yet exuding an undeniable resilience.

It was just that one glance.

Cheng Muyun's heart felt as if it had been gripped by an invisible hand, and it suddenly stopped beating for half a beat.

Then, his heart seemed to break free of its restraints and began to pound wildly, the "thump-thump" sound hitting his chest cavity, making his eardrums buzz, and even causing a fine black halo to appear before his eyes.

It's her.

The face he had longed for day and night, the eyebrows and eyes he had sketched countless times, were now slightly furrowed, as if he had unresolved worries.

Those eyes, always clear as autumn water, though indistinct now, remain the most touching image in his memory.

A delicate face, a pert nose, and lips that are always pursed into stubborn lines.

A thousand words stuck in his throat. He wanted to call her name, but his lips moved a few times without making a sound.

He stared intently at her, his eyes unblinking.

I was afraid that this was just a dream that was too real, afraid that in the blink of an eye she would vanish like a bubble in the wind.

Cheng Muyun suddenly felt that the string that had been taut in his heart was gradually loosening and relaxing.

Xu Zhuohua suddenly turned around and met Cheng Muyun's tearful eyes.

Her forced smile froze for a moment, thinking she must have misread it, and she slowly turned her head back.

Then I looked over again.

Turn back again.

Let's look at it again.

She tentatively asked, "Cheng Muyun?"

Tears welled up instantly.