Lu Zechuan looked up at the sky.
The setting sun hung low on the horizon, with the evening glow spread across the river, reflecting a shimmering light on the water, both river and sky tinged red, appearing exceptionally beautiful.
Lu Zechuan, while reeling in the fishing rod, gently said, "I give up."
His expression was serene, and his tone gentle.
His brows and eyes carried a touch of affection.
Xia Mian's heart warmed inadvertently; Lu Zechuan would only compromise and indulge her so unconditionally.
Xia Mian took the fishing rod, with Lu Zechuan carrying two buckets of fish, as they found an open area to prepare for grilling fish.
As expected, Lu Zechuan was well-prepared, even bringing along some seasoning supplies.
The once aloof and untouchable young master of the Lu Family was now chopping wood, building a fire, with not a hint of aloofness about him.
What remained was only an enthusiastic spirit, a dedication to cooking for the beloved person.
