On the sixteenth day, at December Lake in the Chain Lakes of Sun Moon Moon Sky Island, lakeside forest farm.
Along the exquisite lakeshore, one could admire the lake water flowing through cloudways, complementing the ocean on the ground below.
Comfortable camping tents were scattered throughout this beautiful campsite that cost two hundred yuan a day.
A witch's three greatest hobbies:
Killing otherworld natives, playing a round of squash, and going to scenic spots to enjoy fake camping.
It was called fake camping because the tents even had air conditioning and heating. Though quite a few witches felt this sort of camping had no value in tempering one's will, that did not stop camping from being the witches' greatest hobby after squash.
After manually putting up her tent, Lin Zhaojun wiped the sweat from her forehead and called out.
Once she brought out the little hotpot, moved over a fine, soft camping chair, and set up her fishing rod, the pleasant camping trip began.
She leisurely cast her line, watching the float drift with the waves some five or six meters from shore. Then she secured the rod in its holder and sat there at ease, basking in the afternoon sunlight and its warmth as she picked up a book.
"No matter what everyone in the world says, I believe my own feelings are right. No matter how others see it, I will never disrupt my own rhythm. Things I like can naturally be persisted in; things I dislike can never last."
After reading five or six pages, Lin Zhaojun's thoughts first calmed, then slowly began to surge again as the palace of her mind unfolded.
Before her eyes, the scene of the match from the day before yesterday gradually emerged. Every sentence, every word, every trace of every spell