Today the sky is clear and cloudless; the blazing fiery clouds from that day are nowhere to be seen.
However, this sunset casting its brilliance in rays over the western hills is a sight that is still remarkably expansive.
A month ago, when they watched the sunset together, even though Bo Yan had already figured her out, their relationship was still somewhat awkward. But at this moment, Xia Siyu was leaning comfortably against him, showing not the slightest hint of resistance.
With the mountains high and the sun low, water receding to reveal the stones, their hearts had opened up quite a bit, "The view is really beautiful."
Bo Yan nodded, acknowledging that beyond this river, the setting sun, and these mountains, the most important thing was that no one recognized them. They didn't need to wear masks, didn't have to disguise themselves, and could breathe freely.
