The poor little Diao Chan was only down for a few seconds before she quickly perked up again, climbing onto Zhu Haomiao's head with great spirit, standing upright like a meerkat and looking around.
"Squeak~"
Feeling a slight weight on his head, Zhu Haomiao didn't need to look to know that Diao Chan had disappeared again. With a helpless sigh, he leaned back and lay on the grass.
The cool breeze gently blew by as he casually picked a piece of foxtail grass and placed it in his mouth. The boy in black gazed at the magnificently beautiful golden mountain in the sunlight, feeling a long-lost peace at heart.
He emptied his mind, enjoying the rare leisure, unaware of how much time passed until his wandering eyes slightly narrowed as he snapped back.
