"Anning..." Xie Jue called his name, familiar and warm. Fang Chuning loved it when he called him like this, a unique nickname. Every time he upset Fang Chuning, he only needed to call him Anning, and Fang Chuning would no longer be angry. This trick never failed.
Fang Chuning put down the flute and turned to look at Xie Jue, very surprised, "Why are you here?"
"What are you doing?" Xie Jue approached, standing with him on the city tower, gazing into the northern distance.
"Nothing much, just enjoying the breeze."
"Didn't Zhou Buyan take you around Zhongzhou City? Didn't you like it?"
"The streets are deserted, and there are no sights to visit. Zhongzhou is not what I imagined."
