"That's amazing!" Rong Xingyu's spirits immediately soared.
At the thought of traveling across the beautiful land together with Ding Yixin, his heart seemed to transform into a little bird and fly out of the tent.
"I wants to go to Wuling to see the black canopied boats!"
"And also the far east... I heard there are beautiful pavilions in the sea."
"Hmm, why don't we start from the frontier and head to south, going wherever we end up?"
"…"
Rong Xingyu chirped happily like a little bird, while Ding Yixin gazed at him with gentle eyes, repeating only a single word from beginning to end...
"Alright."
...
"Xiao Hu! Xiao Hu!"
A little boy who looked only seven or eight years old ran over from the hillside while loudly calling out to his companion.
The companion he was looking for stood in the shallow stream with his trouser legs rolled up.
He bent over his body and staring intently at something in the water.
"How come you're here!"
