A Shocking Dream

The pursuer was obviously caught off guard by Qin Ruoyu's sudden turn, and his footsteps hesitated at the fork in the road. Qin Ruoyu took the opportunity to continue running forward, passing through one winding alley after another, as if he was walking through a maze.

As he ran, Qin Ruoyu paused periodically to listen for any movement behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure the pursuer's footsteps had faded. But he didn't dare let his guard down and continued searching for a place to hide in the alley.

Finally, he found an abandoned yard. The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the dilapidated houses looked like no one had lived there for a long time. Qin Ruoyu walked into the yard carefully and hid in the shadows of the houses. He waited quietly to make sure the stalker didn't catch up again.

After a long moment, the surroundings remained silent. Qin Ruoyu was finally certain he had escaped his stalker. He slowly stood up, feeling relieved. But he also knew this stalking incident was no accident; there must be some conspiracy behind it. He had to be even more cautious and protect himself and those around him.

Qin Ruoyu straightened his clothes and walked towards the place Yuanyuan mentioned again. This time, he was more vigilant and kept an eye on the surroundings to make sure he would not be followed again.

The great willow tree east of the city, like a mysterious and ancient guardian, stood silently in the depths of time, witnessing the passage of time and change. After a long search, Qin Ruoyu finally arrived at the place Yuanyuan had described. The tree was tall and sturdy, its trunk like a solid pillar, covered with lines carefully carved by time. The rough bark seemed to bear countless stories of the vicissitudes of life, and each crack seemed to tell a hidden history. The lush branches and leaves were like a huge and gorgeous green umbrella, swaying gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if whispering an ancient and melodious ballad, that sound seemed to penetrate time and awaken dormant memories.

Qin Ruoyu stood beneath the tree, the sun playfully filtering through the leaves, casting a dappled, shimmering light and shadow like a dreamlike painting. Dots of light danced lightly across the ground, like mysterious runes, conveying some hidden message. A gentle breeze, bringing a touch of coolness, seemed to hint at something. An indescribable complex emotion welled up within Qin Ruoyu, as if he were enveloped in the mysterious aura emanating from the great willow tree, immersing him in a wondrous atmosphere.

She said leaving a mark would be enough, but a mark? Qin Ruoyu was slightly stunned. What should he leave? He looked around, trying to find inspiration in this mysterious atmosphere. Everywhere he looked, there were traces of time. Qin Ruoyu pondered for a moment, then pulled out a snow-white handkerchief from his bosom. The handkerchief was soft, as if carrying his tenderness and care. He carefully tied the handkerchief to a low-hanging branch. The handkerchief fluttered in the wind, like a touch of spiritual hope, especially eye-catching.

Yet, Qin Ruoyu felt this wasn't a safe option. He fell into deep thought again, and a small promise he'd made with Yuanyuan suddenly surfaced in his mind. He squatted down and carefully drew a special pattern on the ground with a stick. It was a symbol that only the two of them understood, like a key to a mysterious door. Every stroke was filled with deep affection and anticipation.

After doing all this, Qin Ruoyu stood up and carefully examined the mark he had left. The white handkerchief fluttered gently in the breeze, and the pattern on the ground seemed to have a special magic. He nodded slightly, and now everyone knew that he had been there.

Qin Ruoyu's gaze lingered on the marks for a long time, his heart filled with anticipation. He imagined Yuanyuan's reaction when she saw these marks.

At this moment, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto him, bringing a touch of warmth, but it couldn't dispel the uneasiness in his heart. He didn't know when Yuanyuan would come here, nor did he know when or where they would meet next time.

Qin Ruoyu sighed softly and slowly turned to leave. He kept looking back, as if hoping to see Yuanyuan the moment he left. However, under the willow tree, only the mark he left swayed in the wind. He secretly told himself to wait patiently, waiting for the moment to see Yuanyuan again.

On the way back, Qin Ruoyu's thoughts kept wandering.

Little did he know, Qin Rongchen was waiting for Yuanyuan behind him. He stood there quietly, his figure looming in the mottled shadows of the trees. His eyes were filled with eagerness and anticipation, with only one thought in mind: to learn about Lin Bingshuang from Yuanyuan.

Qin Rongchen's brow furrowed slightly, and the image of Lin Bingshuang kept appearing in his mind. He recalled every detail of their past, and those beautiful times seemed like yesterday. However, Lin Bingshuang had become so mysterious that he couldn't figure her out.

He clenched his fists, trying to suppress his inner anxiety. He knew that only by patiently waiting for Yuanyuan to appear could he solve the mystery in his heart. The breeze rustled the leaves, as if telling of his inner uneasiness.

As time passed, Qin Rongchen's patience wore thin. But he persisted, unwilling to miss any chance to see Yuanyuan. He believed that if Yuanyuan showed up, he would be able to find clues about Lin Bingshuang and rediscover their former happiness.

During this long wait, Qin Rongchen's heart was filled with determination and perseverance. He was willing to give everything for Lin Bingshuang, just to see her smile and hear her voice again. But at this moment, he could only wait silently, hoping for a turn of events.

The wind rustled through the willow trees, their leaves rustling like the whisper of an ancient ballad. The slender leaves swayed gently in the wind, like dancing green ribbons, graceful and agile. Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, creating tiny specks of light that scattered across the ground like golden fragments. The great willow tree, tall and lush, its thick trunk seemed to speak of the vicissitudes of time. It stood there quietly, witnessing the joys and sorrows of life.

Qin Rongchen stood beneath the willow tree, his head tilted upwards, watching the leaves dancing in the wind, his mind racing. The leaves seemed to carry his longing for Lin Bingshuang, each swaying a reminder of his deep concern. He recalled the beautiful times he had shared with Lin Bingshuang, when the gentle breeze rustled the willow leaves, and they stood side by side, their laughter echoing in the air. Her smile was as bright as a spring flower, her eyes as captivating as the clear waters of a lake.