When it came to such serious scientific questions,
Li Zhiyan was very serious.
...
In the afternoon, after Li Zhiyan and Fang Zhiya set off,
Fang Zhiya lay on Li Zhiyan's shoulder, her strength slowly recovering.
Sometimes, she really couldn't figure out why the world had someone like Li Zhiyan, who never seemed to know tiredness.
It wasn't until the taxi stopped at the foot of the mountain,
That the two of them started to walk up the mountain together, Li Zhiyan always holding Fang Zhiya's soft hand; throughout this time, love had nourished her.
Fang Zhiya's skin and spirit had clearly reached a peak, and her attractiveness had also reached a peak with the change in her temperament.
Looking very womanly, she attracted quite a bit of attention from passersby on the road.
It wasn't long before a middle-aged uncle approached.
"Miss, is this your son?"
"No, I'm his husband,"
Li Zhiyan said, holding Fang Zhiya's hand, making the uncle feel a bit awkward.