"Alright."
"Then I'll count to three, and we'll both turn around together."
Looking at Han Yingying's childish behavior, Shen Mosheng laughed heartily, "Alright."
"One, two, three." As soon as the words fell, Han Yingying turned around, not in a hurry to leave, but instead she asked softly, "Did you turn around?"
"Yes, I did." Teased by Han Yingying's childish actions, Shen Mosheng couldn't help but burst into laughter, which was unusually hearty.
Han Yingying sneaked a glance back, but saw Shen Mosheng was staring back at her; she quickly turned around again and left, feeling joyful.
She didn't see that the moment she turned her head back, Shen Mosheng also turned back, standing still, watching her figure slowly fade away into the distance, until she disappeared. It was only after a long while that he turned to leave, his tall figure in the night somehow seemed to carry a touch of loneliness.
