Zhao Yang thought to himself, do you feel that the man sitting in front of you now is arranged by fate?
While thinking this, Zhao Yang was too shy to be flirtatious and instead said, "Fate is really unpredictable. It may come at any time. All we need to do is not to miss it when it arrives."
At this, Zhang Yao, who had been looking down drinking her tea, suddenly looked up, her beautiful eyes fixed firmly on Zhao Yang's face, as if her heart had been touched.
"Um, what's wrong?" Being stared at by a beautiful woman made Zhao Yang a bit uncomfortable.
"I never thought you would say something so romantic," Zhang Yao murmured.
"Haha, I just read it in some book and happened to remember it," Zhao Yang scratched his head.
In the past three years, he had been living in the mountains, where there were no televisions, computers, not even a radio. Every time Zhao Yang went outside the mountains, he would bring back a few books as entertainment for when he was bored.
