Meeting Zhong Li Again

Huo Tian: "I'm so tired that I'm like a dead dog. It would be weird if I was happy!"

"Oh, I'm very happy."

A misty drizzle fell from the sky. With a camera hanging around her neck, Song Yaoyao covered her head from the rain as she looked into the distance.

The mountains were shrouded in mist and the air was filled with a faint smell of grass. The plants were wet from the rain and they looked even greener.

Tang Xinrou took a deep breath and spread her arms.

No matter how much Huo Tian complained in her heart, she was still influenced by the beautiful scene. The cool raindrops hit her face, and the misty sky above her gave her a different sense of beauty.

"Eh? Miss Tang and Miss Song, is that you?"

The peaceful atmosphere was broken. Song Yaoyao's hair was wet. She turned her head and saw three familiar faces.

Huo Tian rolled her eyes and stood behind Song Yaoyao, too lazy to say a word.