The stream was not wide, clear to the bottom, gently flowing over smooth pebbles, creating a pleasing sound.
Chen Yi pushed open the carriage door, jumped down first, stood by the stream, took a deep breath to dispel the gloom, then stretched lazily, his gaze once again directed toward the ancient temple in the twilight, his eyes somewhat distant.
If she brought Little Fox here, with her temperament, she would surely want to go up the mountain to pay her respects... if he teased her a little and then fiercely warned her, Little Fox would gently plead with him, so it would be easy to get her to agree to something, and bullying her wouldn't be difficult...
Chen Yi thought aimlessly.
At that moment, the last rays of the sunset shone through the sparse branches and leaves across the stream, dappled on the water, sparkling with a golden red.
