A breeze came by, making the willow trees sway with the wind, like strands of green silk fluttering. A few willow branches brushed past Mingzhu, exceptionally beautiful. The birds on the trees seemed to be charmed by the scenery, chirping crisply, adding a touch of vivacity to the beautiful scene.
Ning Lixuan used to really detest Mingzhu, finding her vulgar and barbaric, but now the scenery seemed like a hand lightly touching his heart, a ticklish, numbing sensation, an indescribable comfort.
Mingzhu was rather impetuous and thought it was already good of her to wait for a minute. Seeing Ning Lixuan only staring at her without speaking, she immediately said with impatience, "Didn't you have something to say? If so, say it quickly. I still have to grill fish."
