Three days later, Li Chen and Ye Chuxue went to Hang City together.
Hang City was shrouded in misty rain, and in the distance, Lingyin Mountain appeared like a shy fairy, half-concealing her face, partly hidden and partly visible.
Beyond the mountains are more mountains; outside the tower is another tower. When will the songs and dances of West Lake ever cease?
The warm breeze intoxicates the visitors, making them mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou.
Ye Chuxue stood on the Broken Bridge, gazing at the shimmering West Lake, as excited as a child.
"Xue'er, take care, don't fall into the lake!"
Seeing Ye Chuxue hopping and skipping around, Li Chen hurriedly called out to warn her.
Ye Chuxue tilted her little head, stuck her tongue out playfully at Li Chen, and made a funny face. Her adorably silly look melted hearts.
