There's no reason for anyone to always follow behind others.

He turned to ask, "Have you thought about the future?"

"I've thought about it."

Tell me about it.

Ling Xiangxue's eyes looked into the distance, her gaze softening even more.

"Once I've earned enough money, then..."

"So you're just going to enjoy a life of complacency?"

"Let's open a bigger flower shop."

Qin Bai found it somewhat amusing: "Emmm...a very good ideal, so what?"

"And then," Ling Xiangxue said, her face full of anticipation, "then open more flower shops."

"No, why do you open so many flower shops?"

"because......"

A strand of Ling Xiangxue's black hair fluttered in the wind as she looked tenderly at Qin Bai.

"Because I like it."

Why?

She herself didn't explain it clearly.

But every time I see those colorful decorations, I feel very calm.

Let's go back to one night.

The same summer.

The same people.

Qin Bai walked ahead, and she followed behind.

It's no different from any other night.

Qin Bai suddenly stopped and stared at one side of the street.

Ling Xiangxue didn't know what he was going to do, so she stopped a few meters away.

In the mud by the street, a small white flower, which had been picked and carelessly discarded, lay quietly.

Lonely and desolate.

A few seconds later, the branch was stuck in the soil.

Qin Bai casually clapped his hands and continued walking forward.

Ling Xiangxue continued to follow.

As she passed by, she couldn't help but stare at the flower again and again.

Flowers bloom and fade, times change.

On this night, many years later, Ling Xiangxue felt as if she had returned to the street where only the two of them walked alone.

This time is different.

Qin Bai seemed to have the patience to listen to her story.

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