The sunset is beautiful, yet fleeting.
After bidding farewell to Wen Hanwei, although Baili An's body ached intensely and his abdominal muscles throbbed painfully as he walked, it did not affect his excellent mood in the slightest.
Returning to the garden, Su Jing was not inside the house but was quietly sitting at the entrance, her little head leaning against the doorframe, having fallen asleep at some unknown time.
Her arm was hanging a basket of empty fish traps, clearly remembering the promise with Baili An, having waited until she fell asleep.
Baili An felt a warm sensation in his heart.
Having someone waiting for one's return feels truly wonderful.
He thought his father said it well: "Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles; traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as knowing countless people."
He didn't need to reach the level of knowing countless people.
