The cool breeze was refreshing, and the green grass was lush.
Ripples spread across the lake in ring after ring, while the soil gave off a sweet fragrance that moistened the throat.
The young man and woman sat side by side by the lake, looking just like a couple of lovers who had secretly skipped class to go out and have fun.
Love, love—every word they exchanged carried the feeling of romance.
But ideals were plump, while reality was painfully bony.
This was a farewell. The girl was saying goodbye to the boy.
The girl was going far away, to a very distant place.
When they met again, there would probably be more "no more after this" than "after this."
Hearing Li Mu Yang's words, Cui Xiaoxin's lips curved up slightly. "I'm working very hard to say goodbye to you."
"I know." Li Mu Yang smiled. "I'm very seriously joking with you."
"You've really changed a lot." Cui Xiaoxin glanced at Li Mu Yang. "You've become just like Yan Xiangma. Oh, now I remember—when you attacked Zhang Chen that day, your words were far sharper than Yan Xiangma's. Or should I say, you two were born to be the same kind of people?"
"That's what they mean by 'stay near ink and you'll be stained black.' Yan Xiangma comes looking for me all the time, so I've picked up some of his habits."
"Then you'll become a pampered young master too."
"That's something formed by nature. Hard work afterward can't easily achieve it—" Li Mu Yang laughed. "No matter how hard I try, I can't become the City Lord's son. Can I?"
Cui Xiaoxin smiled. "But you can make your son the City Lord's son."
"Thanks for the good omen. I'll work hard." Li Mu Yang pulled a stalk of