"Phew..." Ning Youguang couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Then, in just a few words, she told Shi Wangyue about what just happened.
After listening, Shi Wangyue didn't even raise an eyebrow, "Let's talk about something happy."
He led Ning Youguang into the house.
"What's happy?" Ning Youguang asked curiously.
Shi Wangyue, holding flowers, led her to the sofa where he had just been sitting before stopping.
He picked up his phone from the sofa, turned it on, and handed it to her.
"Wow, did you just take this?"
What Shi Wangyue showed her was a photo—
The orange and pink evening clouds covered the sky, the distant mountains looming faintly, and the whole city looked like a colorful oil painting.
"It's so beautiful." After Ning Youguang admired it, she asked, "Where did you take it?"
Shi Wangyue said, "On our home's terrace, just took it."
