Everything he said made sense.
Cheng Weiyue had no way to refute but simply made her request, "Then... you can't let my parents see."
Zhou Jingwei smiled politely, seemingly easy to talk to, "Okay."
Jingcheng had developed astoundingly over the years; Zhou Jingwei had scarcely seen places as untouched as Tinglan Alley anymore.
It didn't resemble the city center of Jingcheng but rather resembled the water towns of Jiangnan.
Passing by a small natural lake, Zhou Jingwei marveled, "This place is indeed beautiful, like an ink wash painting."
Cheng Weiyue followed his gaze, moonlight reflecting on the clear lake surface, scattering silver gleams.
Her eyes filled with nostalgia, "When I was a child, my mother would come here to wash clothes."
The moon shone brightly amidst sparse stars, a journey neither long nor short, barely enough for a few polite exchanges.
Cheng Weiyue stopped at the corner near her home, returning Zhou Jingwei's coat, "It's okay to leave me here."
