Winter was bleak at Shimen Yingyang River, its waters a clear emerald green, with the continuous stretch of Cangmang Mountain in the distance. The scenery was very beautiful.
Fan Binbin had already changed into a fashionable long coat, removing her mask, and was lazily lounging on the recliner. Like a stunning jade, she shone bright and attractive, quietly savoring the small county's beautiful scenery, almost entranced.
The experiences of the past few days felt like a dream to her. She had never imagined that she would encounter so many things in her lifetime, nor had she thought that, in just a few days, she would experience such a whirlwind of emotions: fear, anxiety, joy, warmth, admiration, fantasy, and loss...
"Pang Feng..." she silently murmured the name in her heart, her eyes involuntarily softening with affection.
