"Back at last! Finally back!"
Before even opening her eyes, Yang Qinglan heard Little Radish cheering.
It turned out there was also...
"It turned out there was her too." Li Changzhou whispered.
Yang Qinglan gave him a smile.
"Hm?" Although he didn't know why she smiled at him, Li Changzhou still smiled back.
The two of them smiled and their smiles became unrelated to Little Radish, turning into that kind of inexplicable laughter between lovers — the kind where you just can't help but laugh when you see the other person.
"I forgot about Little Radish too!" Li Qianxia smacked her forehead, a look of regret on her face.
Little Radish and a butterfly, "hand in hand," were circling on the bed like a campfire evening.
The train slowly traveled over the sea, unknown seabirds flew outside the window, and a thousand-meter-tall beast suddenly leapt, its head piercing through the clouds.
