The sky was the palest blue.
After seeing Shi Wangyue off down the mountain, Ning Youguang slowly walked along the valley and up a small ridge.
Suddenly, her eyes brightened.
She saw the incredibly magnificent mountains, the snow peaks of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau under the pure sky, breathtakingly beautiful.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" someone asked from behind.
A somewhat familiar voice.
Ning Youguang turned her head and saw a young man whose clothes seemed a bit messy but were actually meticulously coordinated.
He was holding a camera, taking pictures of the snowy mountains opposite.
In a place like this, wearing such flamboyant clothes, he's one of a kind.
She chuckled lightly, "What a coincidence."
"It is quite a coincidence," the young man raised an eyebrow slightly, "What brings you to Qinghai?"
"I've come for a retreat."
"Oh, retreat again," the young man sighed lightly, sitting down on a stone beside her.
"And you?" Ning Youguang asked.
