Ziyi Square.
Inside a small, exquisite pavilion.
Ye Fan and Zi Huan stood shoulder to shoulder, like a pair of golden boy and jade maiden.
The breeze blew past, lifting their hair so that it fluttered and tangled together.
In the distance, rows upon rows of houses rose like waves of the sea, layer upon layer.
Beside them, the Purple Maple Tree swayed in the light wind, rustling with a soft clatter.
A faint dark fragrance drifted over with the wind, peaceful and serene.
The two of them leaned quietly against the railing, gazing into the distance. Neither spoke, yet both could sense the deep love surging in each other's hearts.
A gust of wind swept by, and a Purple Maple Leaf broke free from the constraint of its branch, drifting away with the free wind into the distance.
Ye Fan felt as if he were that leaf, flying with the wind, not knowing where his destination lay.
