At Great Green Mountain, on the cliff platform shrouded by banyan branches, Zhang Bin, who had once again taken on the appearance of Chen Junheng, and Liu Ruomei leaned against each other at the cave entrance. They gazed at the distant sea and clouds, whispering sweet nothings.
"Chen Junheng, what exactly do you need my help with?" Liu Ruomei, not used to talking about love, asked impatiently.
