Ye Linlang saw Jiang Qiran frowning and couldn’t help but tease Jiang Qiran.
“What, I didn’t expect this mountain village to be so bitter?”
Ye Linlang thought Jiang Qiran would be embarrassed to admit it, but to her surprise, the youth in front of her nodded without any hesitation.
“It’s indeed... a little more desolate than I imagined.”
Before ye Linlang was sixteen, she had lived in the mountains, so she was naturally used to such scenes, so she didn’t feel any sense of loss.
“Alright, Alright. In any case, you’re only staying here for half a month. Young master, it’s been hard on you to stay here for half a month. Besides, don’t you still have me to accompany you?”
When Jiang Qiran saw ye Linlang’s indifferent tone, he didn’t know why, but he actually felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
His long eyebrows furrowed even deeper, and a faint wrinkle appeared in the center of his brows.
“Linlang, is it the same in the small desolate village?”
