"Young Madam." Shadow Thirteen considerately opened the bag hanging on his chest, took out a box of snacks, and handed it to her.
Yu Wan opened the box and only calmed down after eating seventeen to eighteen pieces of osmanthus cake. "Now, only Yan Jiuchao and my Dad are left."
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In a beautiful place with pleasant scenery, Yan Jiuchao stood quietly by the stream and looked at the waterfall not far away. Unlike the fog Yu Wan and the others encountered, Yan Jiuchao walked all the way with birdsong and flowers.
As he walked, he came to such a place that seemed like the residence of an immortal.
The stream was clear to the bottom, and there were palm-sized fish swimming around. The stones underwater had been polished by the tide until they were round and smooth, reflecting dazzling light under the refraction of the stream.
