At dusk in June, a gorgeous sunset filled the entire sky.
The sun set in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the entire Shanghe Village in a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.
Under the old locust tree in the Shen family's courtyard, Ji Zhao, who was lying on a bamboo rattan chair, gently narrowed her and looked at the clouds in the sky. She curled her lips in disappointment. "It's already so late. Where is Chenchen now?"
"I heard from Master Song that they will first go to Guichuan Prefecture, then turn to the waterway and take a boat south," Shen Yao, who was standing beside her, said softly as he gently fanned himself.
"I'm a little regretful." Ji Zhao lowered her eyes to hide the reluctance in them. There was a hint of self-mockery in her tone. "If I had known earlier, I would have gone to the county city with you and sent Chenchen off."
