On the highway, there is a platform meant for passing tourists to take a temporary rest and enjoy the scenic mountain views.
Bai Lu and Lu Li walked over and stood on the platform, looking out at the mountains surrounded by autumn red maple leaves and feeling the cool breeze blowing.
Bai Lu was admiring the scenery, while Lu Li was admiring Bai Lu who was admiring the scenery.
Noticing Lu Li's intense gaze, Bai Lu turned her head to look at the man beside her.
With most men, after Bai Lu criticized Lu Li that night, they wouldn't contact her again.
This was Bai Lu's ideal situation, but for some reason, Lu Li was like an undefeatable cockroach—persistently courageous, fighting despite repeated defeats.
"Bai Lu, I just heard Lou Xi say something about your past." Lu Li spoke, breaking the calm between them.
Bai Lu responded with a hum.
