You had been looking everywhere for Xiao, which was strange because he rarely left your side. You called his name and checked all the places you knew he might be, but there was no sign of him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

The sun was beginning to set, and just as you were about to give up, you thought of one last place to check. Walking down a hill in Bishui Plains, you suddenly noticed a faint light near the edge of a cliff. Quietly, you made your way over, your breath hitching at the sight before you.

A dark grey blanket was spread on the ground, with a basket filled with bread and pastries beside it. Two plates of almond tofu sat neatly in place, and a small lamp hung from a nearby tree, casting a soft glow over the scene.

“You’re here…”

A voice spoke behind you, making you turn around. There stood Xiao, his ears tinged pink, a few scratches marking his skin. He lifted his hand toward you, holding a qingxin flower delicately between his fingers.