Su Qingbo

"Wow!"

Zhang Ping stared at the scene before him in shock and couldn't help crying out in amazement.

After half an hour on the road, they finally reached the place Ye Changchun called home: an extinct volcano.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't really Ye Changchun's home, just the place where he stayed the longest. He often wandered about, and whenever he wanted to rest, he simply found a spot near water, put down roots, and slept for weeks.

Ye Changchun made his home wherever he went. He was his own home.

But this place was beautiful.

Lush grassland stretched around a sapphire-blue lake.

Trees much like Ye Changchun grew all around the lake, their branches heavy with fruit. Even from a distance, Zhang Ping could smell their fragrance.

"It's beautiful."

Zhang Ping brushed windblown hair from his forehead. As he gazed at the picturesque scene, the gloom lifted from his heart.

If his heart had a door, it swung open in that moment. Fresh air and warm sunlight poured into its stifling confines, and he couldn't help feeling brighter.

He ran down the slope on impulse, hugged Little Sairon, and rolled through the grass. Then he lay spread-eagled on the ground and simply watched the sky.

A few minutes later, he got up, walked to the lake, and knelt beside it. In the clear water, he saw the blue sky, white clouds, and his own face reflected back at him.

"So handsome. No one could possibly question my status as the most handsome man in Mingzhu City!" he said, pinching his cheeks with a smug grin.

Little Sairon trotted to the shore too. He looked at Zhang Ping's reflection, then at his own.

"Don't drink that, little guy. If you're thirsty, tell me. I've got clean water," Zhang Ping reminded him