Since there was no alcohol, the hotpot didn't last long; it was over in just an hour.
Then Yi Jue put everything away, even pouring the broth base into a garbage bag to take with them.
He Runxian watched this scene and didn't say anything. There really are a lot of things where knowing is worse than not knowing.
The drizzle was still pattering down. After the meal, he sat under the Sun Umbrella, sipping hot tea, feeling the damp, moisture-laden air and looking at the pitch-black night sky, and his heart was genuinely at peace.
"I haven't been this relaxed in a long time," He Runxian couldn't help sighing. He'd already accepted the premise of "when it rains, the bugs won't come," and his whole body loosened up. "I really wish this rain would just keep falling forever."
Feng Jun let out a dry laugh. "I don't want to be a buzzkill, but I still have to remind you: that's a price you can't afford."
