This scene was particularly touching.
Musen also looked up, the golden sunlight on the horizon falling into the girl's eyes. Yao Mingyue slightly lowered her head, meeting Musen's gaze.
"Do you think, in the next three years, we can come back together and take these wooden tags down?"
Musen was silent for a moment.
"Maybe in three years, they will have been blown away by the wind, taken by someone, or even carried off by birds. After all, it is three years; too many accidents can happen."
"But if after three years, they are still here, can you promise me one thing?"
Yao Mingyue was still leaning on his back, the two of them turning their heads to look at each other, both clearly seeing every detail of each other's eyelashes. Yao Mingyue watched him with a trace of a smile in her deepset eyes.
Three years, two wooden tags, any small accident could cause these tags to disappear.
Musen did not answer.
Yao Mingyue looked up at the two wooden tags, revealing a somewhat wistful smile, "If both wooden tags can last three years together, then why can't we last three years?"
Musen also looked up at the two wooden tags.
He slowly said, "Yao Mingyue, we don't have many three years left, and I think Auntie would also not want you to waste yourself ..."
"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"
Yao Mingyue interrupted him, the smile in her eyes somewhat sorrowful, "You also said, anything can happen in three years. Can't you even give me that little bit of hope? I've never understood why you suddenly started to dislike me so much."
The reason was something Musen had already hinted at to her.
But, in this lifetime, Yao Mingyue had not yet reached that point.
For Yao Mingyue, what Musen said felt like Musen had one day suddenly had a nightmare.
When he woke up, he blamed everything that happened in the dream on her.
Musen had experienced it firsthand, but in this life, Yao Mingyue had merely rejected his confession, not having committed any grave wrongdoing.
From a God's eye view, this was somewhat unfair to her...
A heaviness settled in Musen's heart, he closed his eyes for a moment, then said, "I haven't hated you. I just feel that perhaps we're more suited to be childhood friends, neighbors, but the role of lovers, I think we might need a little more fate. Continuing , confused and wrong, would be harmful to us both."
"Then why can't we find a less confused and wrong path to walk together?"
Yao Mingyue hugged Musen tighter, as if afraid this might be her last chance to hold him .
In terms of fate, they were childhood sweethearts; wasn't that the greatest fate given by heaven?
Yao Mingyue's cheek buried in Musen's neck, her voice trembling.
In Musen's mind, memories surfaced of the six three-year periods they had spent together, almost every day and every moment.
Yao Mingyue had thought about slowly making him fall for her again.
But with the appearance of that girl, Yao Mingyue felt she might really not have the chance to wait for that day.
Yao Mingyue's eyes reddened slightly, she turned her head, and her phoenix eyes, which now appeared as pitiful as those of an abandoned little animal, inducing sympathy.
"Musen, please don't fall for someone else so quickly. Wait for me..."
Yao Mingyue hugged him, whispering in his ear, "At least, until I have repaid all that I owe you."
Musen looked at her; he was silent for a long time before he finally spoke slowly, "Okay."
"You... you agree?" Yao Mingyue asked, raising her head excitedly.
"I promise, three years from now, no matter what happens to us, I will come back with you to see these two wooden tags," Musen added.
Yao Mingyue's excitement seemed to wane slightly, but at least she got the answer she wanted.
It meant that in the next three years of university, they wouldn't truly become strangers.
If the Musen from the beginning was a stone,
then now, there were still some cracks left in Musen's stone.
The cold wind blew at the mountaintop, but the two of them holding each other felt exceptionally warm.
The wooden tags swayed gently in the wind, blending with the golden light on the horizon.
It was as if deities were reading their wishes...
The wooden tag etched by Yao Mingyue, with its writing refracted by the sunlight, appeared as a love letter hidden in the clouds.