On God's Creativity

Wind blew at the mountaintop, fluttering the hem of her skirt slightly as she stood with her back straight, looking out at the campus against the wind and spreading her arms as if stretching, leaving her slender and delicate figure fully exposed.

There were no guardrails on Moonflower Mountain, and she looked as if she might fly off the edge of the cliff. A few wisps of stray hair escaped from her bun and fluttered in the breeze, beautiful as ever, aloof and independent.

An Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, somewhat lost in thought.

This spot was the most frequent haunt of lovers at Yizhou University, and naturally it was also the spot they used to frequent most.

Even if their feelings no longer remained by now, their memories surely did. The taste of first love always tormented a person for a lifetime, leaving them tossing and turning in countless nights unable to forget.

A moment later, Jiang Xinrou lowered her hands and pulled back her gaze. Seeming chilled by the wind, she finally turned around with a lingering reluctance.

Instantly—

An Yang felt a figure walk up from behind and link arms with his. The plump and soft touch immediately made intimate contact with his arm, and that familiar, cold voice rang in his ear.

"Brother An Yang, it's a bit cold here."

Xiao Xueer pulled him around to turn back with very gentle force, and he had no reason to resist, so he silently turned around.

Jiang Xinrou's gaze wavered for a moment. She lowered her head as well, shook it without saying a word, pressed down her skirt, and jumped down from that highest and most dangerous spot, walking away along another path.

Watching Xiao Xueer still linked to his arm, An Yang finally understood the meaning