They sat under a willow tree beside a small lake and watched the little red carp swimming happily in the Bibo Jinghu Lake. None of them spoke.

Zixia gazed at the fish in the lake, and the breeze blew, and she brushed her fine black hair, stirring and moving, like a fairy who did not eat human fireworks.

Hanzi looked at her for a while and whispered, "Xiaoxia, you sit here for a while. I'll come when I go." Then he stood up.

"Hmm." Looking at the calm lake, Zixia did not respond much to his actions.

After a while, I heard footsteps coming from behind.'I made you a wicker...