Last time I came, I didn't meet them. I can't not meet them again this time, can I?
"They're here, they're here."
"Let's go, I'll take you."
Yan Botao said with a smile.
"Thank you." Li Hengsheng nodded, then took a deep breath, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Under the silent dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the secluded path.
Shadows of trees covered the blue stone slabs of the forest path, stretching into the distance as if endless.
The late autumn wind blew, and the rustling leaves sounded like a symphony brought by the autumn wind, always giving a sense of melancholy.
Wu Santong followed behind Li Hengsheng and found that since he saw Li Hengsheng yesterday until now, there was almost no smile on Li Hengsheng's face.
Only a trace of fatigue and indifference.
