"Forget about running." Waking up early, Kiyono Lin hadn't changed her clothes, wearing the school tracksuit she used as pajamas last night, "If it's a walk, I can join you."

"Let's go."

The two walked out of the hotel, and the cold air hit them in the face.

Once acclimated to the chill, the fresh air felt comforting.

"Any place you want to go?" Kiyono Lin asked.

"No, do you?"

"Yes." Holding her body, Kiyono Lin said, "I want to go to Immortal Stone Field. The travel magazine says that in the fall, the hills should be covered with golden Mang Grass."

"Since today is a free day, wouldn't it be better to go after the sun comes up?" Dubian Che said.

At this time, the world was still dim, the moon reluctantly hanging on Outer Ring Mountain, like a crab about to be fried, desperately clamping the pot's edge, trying its best to lift itself.

"There are more people during the day."

"Okay."

After a moment of silence, Kiyono Lin asked, "You run every day, is it okay not to run today?"

"Honestly, walking and running don't really offer any physical exercise benefits for me."

"Why do you insist on running then?"

"That's exactly something you would say," Dubian Che laughed.

Kiyono Lin remained calm, not denying her dislike for exercise.

Dubian Che continued, "What I insist on is not running, but the hope of meeting you, since you have a habit of insomnia."

"Lies."

"Didn't you tell Meiji that yourself?" Dubian Che feigned surprise, "Saying I intentionally got hurt twice to be with Miss Aonai and Mayi."

"That was just a possibility." Kiyono Lin had gotten used to the outdoor temperature, slightly loosening her arms around herself.

"Impossible."

"Mr. Xiaoquan doesn't remember going to the future at sixteen either."

"That's something else entirely."

"Maybe when you're old, or one day if something happens to either of us, you'll gain the ability to reset the timeline."

"I roughly understand why you know so much about superpowers."

The two walked and talked, arriving at Immortal Stone Field.

A dirt path, with Mang Grass taller than a person on both sides, the hills were covered, rustling in the morning breeze.

"Mr. Dubian!" Kiyono Lin turned her head in surprise to look at Dubian Che.

Dubian Che smiled at her.

Kiyono Lin seemed to enjoy the solitude of Immortal Stone Field, her steps grew lighter.

Dubian Che followed a step behind her, watching her graceful silhouette and swaying black hair.

Gradually, the sky brightened, morning light spilled over the Mang Grass-covered wilderness, turning everything golden.

Dubian Che remembered winter camping.

On the first day, in the chilly mixed forest, Kiyono Lin sat resting at the base of a tree, sunlight streamed down, enveloping her like a sacred sound.

But what Dubian Che recalled was not Kiyono Lin at that moment, but her lying on the white snow on the advanced ski slope.

It's time.

He wanted to move forward, but couldn't lift his feet;

his throat turned dry again, his voice would definitely be hoarse;

his heart was pounding, his palms heated, almost sweating.

Nervous, anxious to the point of fear...

But precisely because of this, he must speak out, stride forward, let her hear his heartbeat, feel the warmth of his palm.

Because these were all proofs of loving her.

"Kiyono."

Kiyono Lin stopped, turned around, her delicate neck tilted gently:

"What's the matter?"

He heard the wind rustling through the Mang Grass-covered grassland.

'I want to do what I truly desire.'

The November sky unfolded above Dubian Che's head, the Xiantai Plain covered in golden Mang Grass had only him and Kiyono Lin.

This November morning, everything was so clear it was almost transparent.