Regarding Lu Qin, he was still hiding from the public and his whereabouts remained unknown. However, that did not matter as it was impossible for a selfish and egocentric person like him to show empathy. The best he could do was to post a few pretentious quotes on Weibo as he wept his crocodile tears.
"Hang in there, Sea City."
Yan Huan stared forward, looking at the serene riverscape before her. The river carried a uniquely pungent smell, yet it was barely unpleasant. Nevertheless, the water in the river flowed steadily and continuously.
Many loving and affectionate couples walked past her while holding hands. Although she could not see their faces clearly, she could feel the budding endearments between the young lovers.
Their feelings toward each other were pure, gentle, sweet and unrefined.
This was how love was supposed to be.
