The two of them slowly came to a small bridge. Ji Jiayan took out a picture book that they carried with them. They looked at the little lion on the stone bridge and carefully copied it.
The mist gradually spread in the distance, enveloping the cloisters on both sides. The silhouette of the building was faintly revealed in the haze. The fisherman who rowed the boat waved his long pole, stirring up some water spray. The sound of the water was rhythmically "Hua Hua" as he slowly walked forward with the boat.
While she was painting, Xiao Yuming went to buy some snacks. When Ji Jiayan finished painting, he saw him holding a small food filled with fragrance. He quietly waited to one side, his eyes as soft as a river under a bridge, looking at her quietly.
"Are you hungry?" Xiao Yuming saw tha
