The autumn wind blew, and the withered leaves fell into the pond, swirling in the wind and water.
They created ripples that startled the fish already biting the bait.
Jing Hanchuan sighed, placed the fishing rod aside, and casually reached for the plate of pastries beside him, only to find it empty. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Yun Hezhi had already arrived in the backyard, carrying a lot of items in his hands.
Yesterday, he was still lying in bed, pale-faced, yet today he seemed refreshed, with an air of grace.
For an opera singer, maintaining one's physique is crucial.
From a distance, as he approached, every movement was particularly graceful, his posture perfectly straight, showing no sign of illness.
"My mother isn't here today. Didn't you call before you came over?" Yun Hezhi usually came to the Jing Family to see Sheng Aiyi.
"Then I'm here at the wrong time." Yun Hezhi just smiled and handed over a box of pastries he was carrying.
