C39 It Was Hard to Forget Without Thinking about It(1)

A waterfall cascading three thousand feet, surrounded by a riot of blooming flowers.

Atop the cliff bordering Qingyuan Garden, Xue Yuhai and Ying Feiluo stood facing each other, albeit with a reluctant two-meter gap between them.

After a prolonged silence, Ying Feiluo helplessly shook her head, her voice tinged with a hint of bitterness, "Hai, at last, you've thought of me."

Xue Yuhai queried