The Real Master
Translator: Noodletown Translations Redakteur: Noodletown Translations
After checking out of the hotel, Zhao Guang drove them to another place near the bottom of GreenStone Mountain.
On their way to the destination, it was raining. The mountain range and clear waters both appeared a bit depressed. Zhao Yanzi was playing with the edges of her long T-shirt while looking at the rainy scene in silence.
She changed to a new set of clothes because the weather turned chilly today. Hao Ren could only wear the shirt he wore yesterday because he didn't bring another set of clothes.
The mountains were moving in the background, and the square car window outlined Zhao Yanzi's side face. It was a delicate face; the pink-whiteish neck supported a small head, and her black hair laid beside her porcelain-like ears. It presented a vague and dim aesthetic.
"If this girl doesn't fight and quarrel, she is actually quite pretty." Hao Ren looked at her quietly and thought.