The farmer girl had been standing in her house, looking this way, and upon seeing his tender smile, she suddenly became infatuated.
Quan Shifang did not return to the room he had rented, but instead, casually walked to the bamboo forest and sat down on a big stone.
The cool breeze of the summer night passed through the bamboo forest, stirring up a rustling sound, like the sound of rain, or the roar of waves, reminding him of his first encounter with Ning Xiaoxian, also in such a peaceful forest.
The girl who cooked sweet potato soup, for some reason, kept coming back to his mind.
