"Brother, it's so beautiful here."
Wen Xin grasped the pavilion's railing with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and stretched her head out excitedly, shouting down the mountain.
Pan Wendi took out a digital camera, randomly snapping shots of the sky and sea, exclaiming that this place is much more comfortable than the concrete jungle of East Capital, and suggesting that everyone should make it a yearly tradition to vacation on Yong'an Island.
Fang Cheng smiled slightly, resting a hand on the stone railing, taking a deep breath of the cool breeze with the scent of grass.
Looking at the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the tension in his chest, once filled with bloody combat and power struggles, seemed to dissolve amidst the boundless ocean scenery.
On his left, Zhou Xiumei took out a floral handkerchief from her pocket, gently wiping the sweat off her cheeks.
