The evening in Bali was picturesque.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled from the horizon like shards of diamonds sprinkling over the ocean. As the breeze brushed past, the sea shimmered with rippling waves, exuding a romantic sense of lazy satisfaction.
On the beach, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were walking hand in hand under the setting sun. The breeze brushing past their ears felt like the gentle caress of a lover, carrying the familiar fragrance into their nostrils, down into their lungs, circulating through their blood, and spreading into every single cell of their bodies.
"Ranran, do you like this place?"
No matter how beautiful the scenery was, in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, nothing could compare to the person in front of him. Looking radiant and beautiful in her casual attire, her laughter was pure and honest.
She looked up, her eyes moving away from the sea to settle on his handsome face. "Yes, I do, Xiuchen. How do you seem so familiar with this place?"
