By the seaside, a gentle breeze caressed, and a waning moon hung high.
After returning to Bird City, Wang Yu could no longer recall how many times he had come to the seaside, but he was certain that each time he arrived burdened with troubles, and left feeling completely relaxed. This time, it must be the same.
Having adjusted over a period of time, Zhao Yuexue's mood had stabilized considerably, and now she rested on Wang Yu's shoulder, whispering to him.
Chang Fansha, sitting not far away, kept scratching the back of his head, constantly glancing at Zhao Yuexue. He really wanted to go over and chat with Zhao Yuexue, but since the siblings were talking, he felt it inappropriate to disturb them, itching inside like a cat clawing at his heart.
