The chat window fell silent for a long time.
Zhang Yang did not mind. Most people would be stunned the first time they saw the Huangpu River and The Bund from this angle.
But it was not his first time seeing them. After seeing them so often, he had naturally grown used to it.
Only after he had leisurely finished his fried rice did Meng Baihan finally send a message.
"It's so beautiful. I can't imagine how optimistic I'd have to be if I lived here every day."
"You're not optimistic enough already?" Zhang Yang laughed.
Sure, she could not compare to him, but back in Yinghai, Meng Baihan's family circumstances and her own job were enough to make countless people envious.
"I am optimistic, but I still have worries sometimes. But someone as optimistic as you... I honestly can't imagine what worries you could possibly have," Meng Baihan said.
Zhang Yang froze, instinctively wanting to modestly deny it.
Then he realized that Meng Baihan was completely right. Worries? Now that he thought about it, he really did not have any.
Zhang Yang continued casually chatting with Meng Baihan.
By chance, they also talked about her summer travel plans.
With the school's summer break beginning, she, as a music teacher, was about to welcome a long vacation as well.
"How about hiking or going to the beach? Interested? You can bring your girlfriend."
"Uh... we'll see," Zhang Yang replied.
Of course, he wanted to take in the mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, famous peaks, and grand landscapes. But for now, he had no urge to just pick up and leave. Maybe someday, when the mood struck him, he would catch a flight and go—that would feel right.
As the night deepened, Zhang Yang chatted on and off with Meng Baihan. There