In the countryside, the sky gradually darkened, shedding the restlessness of the day. The world seemed to quiet down. Alongside the creek, three simple folding chairs were arranged in order from smallest to largest. In their hands, they each held a fishing rod, staring intently at the water's surface.
Time stood still. Han Zheng turned his head to look at the woman beside him. She was concentrating on the water's surface, and Yanling, sitting beside her, had an expression just as focused.
A smile tugged at the corner of Han Zheng's lips, and an indescribable happiness floated around in his chest.
In a moment of distraction, Yan Luoxi's exclamation rang in his ears, "I've got a bite, I've got a bite, Han Zheng, reel it in quick."
Han Zheng snapped back to reality and saw that the float on the fishing line had been dragged under the water. He stood up and swiftly reeled in the line. A plump fish burst out from the water, flapping on the line.
