Yan Luoxi nodded, "That's true, I did not expect that a place so close to the Imperial Capital would be like a fairyland with such fresh air, completely untouched by the haze."
Han Zheng gazed at the twinkling stars in the sky, he said, "If you like it, we can come here again another time."
Yan Luoxi propped her face with one hand, tilting her head to look at Han Zheng—he sat with integrity, even on a simple folding chair, sitting upright and straight as if embodying an unapproachable righteous aura.
Yet, since she returned to the country a month ago, their mode of interaction was as casual as that of old friends. Agreeing to go on an outing with him, deep down, she really trusted him.
Perhaps it was because of the events five years ago that, apart from him, she had no one else to confide in, which made her feel that their friendship was all the more precious.
"Han Zheng, why do you want to help me?" Yan Luoxi asked quietly.
