As Yun Ya wished, Yan Song took her down to the seaside. Tonight the moon and stars were bright and clear; a half-round dusky moon spilled over the surface of the sea, rising and falling with the jagged waves, breathtakingly beautiful.
The sea breeze blew straight into their faces, the wind was very cool, and her head instantly cleared. Yun Ya struggled out of his arms, landed on the sand and ran toward the water. Yan Song hurriedly grabbed her. "Careful, you'll catch a cold again."
"It's fine." Yun Ya had been confined for too long, she rarely had such moments of being completely free. Her smile was incomparably radiant as she ran along the beach, waving back at him. "Brother Yan, hurry and catch me." Like an innocent, carefree child.
For that carefree smile on her face in this moment, he was willing to give up everything.
Yan Song followed behind her, watching with a broad smile.
