When Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin finished dinner by the Qiantang River, it was already eight o'clock.
The night had already fallen, and outside, the tides of the Qiantang River continuously crashed against the riverbank, making a rhythmic sound.
The two of them walked out of that farmhouse restaurant and headed to the riverbank together.
Standing at a high point, looking at the muddy river waters churning in the night, Yang Qingyin smiled, "Actually, there's no need to specifically watch the tides. Just walking by the riverside, listening to the sound of the waves, I'm satisfied."
"Strolling by the river, listening to the waves pounding the shore is also a kind of enjoyment. There's no need to squeeze in with the crowd to watch the tides on August 18th," Luo Ziling also laughed, "This is a kind of sophistication, 'Don't listen to the sound of the wind and leaves, why not sing and walk slowly', the enjoyment of going with the flow is true enjoyment. Travelling is the same."
