Stars Fall Into The Sea, Love Never Fades Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Endless reincarnation and eternal starlight (first version)

Zhi and Qi’s hair gradually became stained with frost and snow.

They still guard the small courtyard and still love the sea and the starry sky.However, their pace has slowed down, Zhi no longer stays up late to catch up on design drafts, and Qi rarely paints for long periods of time.More often, they would sit on wicker chairs, basking in the sun, flipping through those yellowed picture albums, and chatting about stories from their youth.

“Do you still remember the first time we went to the beach?” Qi leaned on Zhi’s shoulder, his voice hoarse but gentle, “You threw the painting tools all over the floor and almost fell into the sea.”

Zhi smiled and nodded: “Remember. At that time, you still laughed at me and said I was a fool.”

“You are.” Qi glanced at him strangely, but his eyes were full of smiles.

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and shines on their faces, like the kiss of time.

One day later, Qi closed his eyes quietly in Zhi’s arms.When he left, there was a smile on his lips and the pendant with “Star Fall” engraved on it was still clutched in his hand.

Zhi didn’t cry, just kissed his forehead gently and put the pendant around his neck.He knew that Qi did not leave, but went to the unbounded time and space first, waiting for him.

A few years later, Zhi also closed his eyes forever on an afternoon when the sun set over the window sill.In his hand, there is a picture album. On the last page, there is a picture of two figures holding hands. The background is the eternal starry sky and sea. The signature is: Zhi and Qi, life after life.

Their ashes were scattered into the sea they loved most.The sea breeze rolled up the waves, as if singing an eternal song to them.

Many years later, in a new city, a young man named Zhi saw a painting called “Stars Falling on the Horizon” at an art exhibition.In front of the painting, stood a young man in a white sweater, with crooked eyebrows, looking back at him.

The moment their eyes met, the young man smiled and said, “Hello, my name is Qi.”

Zhi’s heart beat suddenly, as if something was awakening deep in his soul.He stretched out his hand, his voice trembling but extremely firm: “Hello, my name is Zhi. Nice to meet you.”

The setting sun shines through the glass window of the art exhibition and shines on their held hands, making it warm and bright.

The starry sky remains the same, the sea remains the same, and love remains the same.

Reincarnation never ends, stars last forever.

This is their story and an eternal legend for all those who believe in love.