It was only May, and the water here couldn't compare to that of Hainan, still chilly.
"I know!"
Without turning back, Luo Xiaoqian threw over three words and kept running until she reached the waves, where she finally stopped. She let her arms hang, closed her eyes, and took deep breaths of the even stronger sea breeze.
Everyone has special feelings for their hometown, and Luo Xiaoqian was no exception.
This time, accompanying Leng Zimo to pay respects to his mother, she couldn't help but think of her own father. That's why she casually mentioned wanting to see the sea. Having grown up by the seaside, she naturally had a deep affection for it.
Standing by the door watching her for a moment, Leng Zimo turned and went back to the garage, took out the items he had prepared from the trunk, and placed them on a small bamboo table by the beach. Then he returned to the house to find the grill and move it outside.
"Look what I found!"
