In the countryside villa.
Yu Tingwan had spent two more days learning on the mountain and finally stopped swimming in circles, but it was quite exhausting.
Despite her best efforts, she could only move forward slightly.
She might actually not be suited for swimming.
Recognizing this fact left Yu Tingwan feeling deflated, like a half-bloomed but already withering begonia.
At dusk, with the setting sun reddening the sky like blood and casting a glow over the distant mountains, she followed Wei Zhao down the mountain, looking dejected like a wronged little wife.
Really.
In this way.
Normally she wouldn't even blink if the sky fell, always handling things with quick efficiency yet a calm demeanor, making Wei Zhao quite flustered.
Wei Zhao walked slowly to allow her to keep up.
His tone was deliberate and slow.
"Actually, you did make some progress."
Wei Zhao: "You float well in the water."
Yu Tingwan hung her head low.
