Ling Zhenfei said, "Then it's settled. This matter is very important, so I'll leave it to you."
Jiang Hui couldn't say much at this point and could only nod to express her agreement.
The sunset was slowly descending over the hills, painting the western sky a bloodred color, which tinged the entire river in crimson.
Jiang Hui nestled against Ling Zhenfei's shoulder, letting all the beauty meld into the glow of the sunset.
In the distance, wisps of clouds began to rise, suggesting that there would be a cloudy and foggy night again.
Many people like gazing into the distance, and once the horizon opens up, a different world forms in their hearts.
But some people prefer to hide in their own little world, finding a great sense of security there.
That evening, Ling Zhenfei and Jiang Hui went out to eat at a small, unknown eatery, ordering a few dishes they rarely had.
They drank the most ordinary kind of liquor, yet spoke with the warmest sincerity.
