Gu Si Zhui walked along the mist-covered path, his steps steady yet weighed by something unseen. She walked beside him, quiet, her eyes drifting over the scenery as if searching for something in the vastness of the world.

From time to time, he glanced at her, sorrow flickering beneath his calm gaze, though he made no sign of it. They moved in silence, wordless but not distant. She remembered nothing, asked nothing, yet the small, thoughtful gestures she offered warmed something long dormant in his chest.

When he paused, she stopped as well, eyes still filled with quiet wonder, as if everything around her was new and waiting to be discovered. Gu Si Zhui looked at her, unsure whether it was memory or illusion but there was something achingly familiar in her presence, and something painfully distant.

And so they continued, step by step, without a single word, yet each moment, each glance, became part of the quiet rhythm of a journey that had just begun.