After returning from offering incense and praying at Fan Chen Temple, Li Qingran's mood visibly improved.
Xie Ying'an's mood, however, was uncharacteristically gloomy.
But his gloom was only evident when Li Qingran wasn't around.
For instance, at this moment, Li Qingmo was patiently sitting on a deck chair under a tree, fishing, and watching as fish lingered near the bait, seemingly about to bite.
Li Qingmo, excited, rubbed his hands together like he was swatting flies, quietly gripping the fishing rod stuck in the ground, careful not to make any big movements that might startle the fish. He even unconsciously lightened his breathing.
Suddenly—
Snap!
A small stone was thrown near the hook, instantly causing water to splash everywhere. The fish that had gathered around scattered in fright and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
