Rong Yanqiao discovered that Jiang Yun had a particularly comfortable way of interacting with people. The two of them chatted with great rapport, like old friends who hadn't met in years.
As time passed by, sitting there, Rong Yanqiao could even see the sun gradually setting.
The evening glow dyed the distant sky red, the gaps in the leaves revealed a sparkling river in the distance, and the wheat fields were golden.
Rong Yanqiao gazed at the scene, slightly lost in thought, realizing she hadn't seen such beautiful natural scenery in a long time.
But what surprised her even more was that she had been in North City for so long without knowing there was such a delightful spot for leisure.
"How about it, beautiful, isn't it?"
Seeing her absorbed in the view outside the window, Jiang Yun couldn't help but speak, a tone of pride in his voice.
Rong Yanqiao nodded.
Yet at the same time, an inexplicable sadness welled up in her heart.
