"Okay, but I don't have a fishing rod."
"No problem, use mine!"
Yin Shuang combed a tuft of her hair, which grew long in the wind and finally turned into a silver-haired fishing rod one yard long. The tuft of hair on the left was one fishing rod, and the tuft on the right was another.
Yuchi was stunned in amazement.
Then he laughed and sat cross-legged behind Yin Shuang, while she nestled in his arms. She held the fishing rod on the left, her joyful eyes sparkling, while Yuchi held the small, special fishing rod with his right hand, and the two rods floated over the small lake.
Feeling the warmth of Yin Shuang in his arms, Yuchi let out a long sigh.
Wow.
His mood instantly relaxed.
In a small world, with thin flowing water, fishing for loneliness, yet loneliness is so gentle.
...
The weather in September was gradually getting hotter, and Jiangzhou City was now plunged into preparations for relocation.
Notices were posted everywhere.
