Seeing Yang Qingyin looking at him with a stunned expression, Luo Ziling resumed his serious tone: "Maybe one day, I'll really die. So many people want me dead; if something unexpected happens, I might not survive."
"You're so annoying," Yang Qingyin gave Luo Ziling a pinch, "Stop talking about life and death, it's unlucky. Let's go, let's stroll around Su Causeway."
Luo Ziling didn't mind, chuckled after, grabbed Yang Qingyin's hand, and walked out of Yuewang Temple.
"Actually, what I love most about West Lake is the perfect blend of natural and cultural landscapes, with all those historical figures and stories embedded in the scenic lake and hills." After walking out of Yuewang Temple, Luo Ziling thoughtfully said to Yang Qingyin, "Without those historical figures, West Lake would lose much of its charm."
