Riverside, or sunset red, the air has the smell of water dispersion. Ningyuantian sits on a low stool with a fishing rod in his hand. The street is quiet. There is no one, not to mention a car.

only the wind, when the wind blows, the sound of the river.

his eyes narrowed slightly, like sleeping, and his temples had some silver hair, which seemed to remind others that he was old and no longer experienced.

"I'm back. There's still silence." Ye Tian stands behind ningyuantian with her hands in peace. She rests her head on Ye Tian's heart like a sleeping one, and the half heart is still beating....