Her heart was trembling slightly, surrendering to the natural beauty around her.
Lu Xiao didn't speak, but merely tilted his head, silently observing her.
Her fair face was tinged with gold, making her appear even more gentle and pure.
This was a sanctuary, where no one knew where they were, and no one would disturb them. It was as if they were cut off from the world, with only her and him remaining.
After experiencing life and death, Lu Xiao admitted he was afraid; he only wanted to balance work and family well, to protect her and to provide her with a stable life.
This place was a small town in Russia, with somewhat of a Russian village feel.
At the lake, there was a wooden bridge fortified with chains. A large windmill stood in the middle of the lake, and when the wind blew, the windmill would turn, its blades slicing through the lake, creating ripples that spread farther and farther with the wind.
