The sun lazily shone down on the island, with gentle ripples shimmering all around.
Gu Lingling leaned against Yang Yunhai, feeling the scattered blossoms everywhere and the familiar scent emanating from the man, just lazily basking in the sun on top of him.
Neither of them spoke, and Yang Yunhai absentmindedly stroked the girl's shoulder.
Noticing her drowsy eyes, he adjusted the clothes draped over her.
At this moment, a playful petal fell and landed on her cheek. Yang Yunhai gently brushed it away for her, but another one fell, causing the girl to furrow her brows slightly.
Then she felt darkness, as if the light had been blocked.
Opening her eyes, she saw Yang Yunhai's large hand shielding her face, protecting her from the mischievous petals.
"Brother Yang." Gu Lingling reached out to hold his hand, placing it on her face, "It's not a big deal."
Holding your hand up like this must be tiring.
