In the park, many people were taking a walk along the river, which glittered under the setting sun. Guo Guo was very lively after his nap. An Xiaoyan packed everything up and put it all in the car. Then the three followed the crowd to the riverside.
Most of the early spring flowers had wilted. Only some unfamiliar flowers were still blooming. They walked down the cobblestone road. The firm surface under their feet was very noticeable.
Guo Guo insisted on pulling An Xiaoyan to the front. There was a bridge, but only two people could pass at once. Gu Jun voluntarily stepped back and walked behind them.
When An Xiaoyan was about to reach the end, there was no one in front of him. Gu Jun took out his phone and took a picture.
It wasn't staged. He'd just taken an off-handed picture, but the effect was great. In the picture, a large hand held a small hand, bathed in the setting sun's light.
