Although Zhuoguang Hill was called a hill, it was relatively low and had a wide view. Many people chose to camp here because of the scenery.
Lin Gantang had been to Mount Qinghe before, but she had never paid attention to the small hill beside it. Now, when she followed Wen Yanqing to their destination, she was also slightly amazed by it.
The two of them set up camp on a piece of elevated flat ground. There was a green meadow beneath their feet, a stream before them and trees in the distance. The breeze blew, bringing with it the smell of nature.
Lin Gantang felt that Wen Yanqing had chosen the best place. She was afraid that she would be reluctant to leave such a beautiful and relaxing environment.
The tent was set up. After making a phone call, Wen Yanqing came over and held Lin Gantang's hand. "Shall we take a walk?"
Lin Gantang nodded and hugged his arm.
Wen Yanqing could not help but kiss her when he saw her smiling.
