The afternoon seemed to be hazy and depressing. Di Feisheng was squatting on the grass, his eyelids closed, as he meditated. The gentle breeze made the tufts of his dark hair wave slightly. His brows were furrowed even when he was relaxed. The ground smelled of moisture, a sign that it would rain very soon.

His self-concentration was such that he did not easily perceive the feminine, light steps that approached him. Only the sweet scent of jasmine he perceived and inhaled deeply. But there were no jasmines in the place. Immediately he opened his eyes and saw the source from which this divine smell came. A woman was standing a few meters away. She was a woman he knew but was close to forgetting.

Their eyes crossed and Di Feisheng felt that his mind was filled with images of the past. That woman was you, his childhood friend that he thought he had lost ten years ago. He could recognize you even if a hundred years had passed, even if your face was surrounded by a hundred other faces.

Di Feisheng immediately rose from the ground with his dark gaze locked on yours. You hadn't changed much but you weren't the same anymore. Your cyan eyes were the only feature that remained the same. Your hair had grown too long and was pitch black. The kimono you wore was peach colored silk and it suited you so well.

"What are you doing here, after all these years...?", he asked firmly, yet there was a slight shaking in his voice.