——"There must be some idealists in the world."
For some reason, this phrase surfaced in Bai Youyou's mind. She envisioned a misty beach, with someone holding her hand, strolling along the shore, the warmth of memory emanating from the palm. The more she tried to recollect, the more turbulent the sea of memories became, an indescribable sting spreading out.
A sense of helplessness rose up. Bai Youyou's hand was held by a blonde-haired girl, and she heard a concerned inquiry beside her, "Are you all right?"
Bai Youyou's throat moved as she looked at Xu Xiaoyou, whose eyes were filled with concern. That feeling of helplessness grew stronger. Bai Youyou was certain she had met this girl somewhere before; there must have been a past between them, whether pleasant or unpleasant. The other clearly knew something, yet deliberately hid it from her, pretending to care, acting as if she didn't recognize her.
