In the midst of mountains and rivers, by the side of a stream:
Li Chen was fiddling with the Mystic Iron Heavy Sword, a half-finished product. He needed to find a way to forge it into a complete piece.
Seeing Li Chen from morning till night, holding onto the Mystic Iron Heavy Sword, hammering and tinkering without giving her a second glance, Lian Hongshang felt her jealousy bubbling up inside.
"Hey, Brother Chenn, aren't you tired of holding onto that sword all day?"
Li Chen lifted his head to look at Lian Hongshang, and said very seriously, "If I'm not holding the sword, should I be holding you?"
Lian Hongshang's pretty face blushed involuntarily, she had never expected Li Chen to be so blunt.
"Hmph, rascal, I'm not talking to you anymore!"
After pouting, Lian Hongshang turned her little head towards the stream.
Li Chen approached and sat shoulder to shoulder with her, gazing at the distant green mountains and waters.
