The setting sun slanted to the west, its afterglow casting upon the small forest. Strips of golden light filtered through the gaps between trees, illuminating the forest floor as the cicadas sang in waves and the birds chirped, creating a serene yet solemn atmosphere.
"Why would it be this..." Shen Mochen muttered to himself softly as he gazed at the babbling stream nearby.
This was the place where he and Xia Qingrou used to fight frequently!
"It's very quiet and pretty here, isn't it?"
Han Muxue had arrived in a specially made wheelchair, which allowed her to move forward smoothly even on gravel paths.
"Has someone brought you here before...?"
"I've been here for a picnic before."
So that was it... Shen Mochen followed behind Han Muxue, waiting for her to get to the main topic.
Honestly, Shen Mochen had no idea what Han Muxue's intentions were or what she was about to say; he did not understand her well enough and had not previously considered getting to know her seriously.
