"I also want to waste the setting sun, such as taking a walk, until the sky is filled with stars
"I also want to waste the time when the wind is blowing, sitting in the corridor in a daze, until the dark clouds in your eyes are blown out of the window
"I've already wasted the world, but tomorrow, I want to continue like this, wasting time."
It was the same quiet and slow melody again.
Shi Yao's fingers danced on the piano.
A winter night breeze blew in, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill, causing the red plums that filled the trees to rustle and fall.
Through the scattering petals, Shi Yao raised her head and met Lin Jiage's gaze.
Her fingers didn't stop the melody, and a gentle singing voice pierced through the night sky, bringing warmth and comfort to the night.
"I want to waste each other with you, wasting short silence, long meaningless."
