Ye Qingchen and Xiao Xiao walked along the street, and wherever they looked, they saw the warmest scenes of the human world.
Outside the teahouses in the small town, there were a few bamboo chairs placed, where several elders leisurely sat, sipping tea and discussing their family matters.
Some young scholars and poets gathered in groups in the tavern, engaging in high talk, their words imbued with an air of elegance.
Ye Qingchen smiled slightly, slowed his pace, and gently scanned the surroundings, seemingly infected by this rare peace and bustle.
He glanced back at Xiao Xiao beside him, noticing a hint of fatigue on her face, and gently said, "Xiao Xiao, we've been walking for so long. Let's rest in the town."
Xiao Xiao's previously tense expression relaxed upon hearing Ye Qingchen's words.
She looked at this bustling small town, her mood brightening along with the surroundings.
