Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan made some preparations before going out. The two of them walked on streets lined with fully grown parasol trees. It was deep autumn, and the parasol trees glowed golden, inevitably offering a sight that was pleasing to the eyes and spirit-lifting.
This time Ye Feng no longer needed a wheelchair. The couple strolled arm in arm. But even as a sovereign ruler, Ye Feng didn't wear anything particularly branded. They both looked quite young, really in their early twenties, just like any ordinary couple you might see on the street.
To Hong Qingyan, it was precisely this feeling that she loved the most. She considered herself just an ordinary woman, with a gentle and approachable nature. Therefore, every time she faced the kingly aura that Ye Feng exuded, she undoubtedly felt a tremendous pressure.
Only now did she truly feel a peaceful happiness.
"Big Brother Ye, where shall we go next?" Hong Qingyan asked softly.
