The artificial lake in the evening reflects the orange-red sunset.
The Sunshine, having faded away its heat, drapes the sky with a layer of red-purple afterglow, mirrored in the water. The brilliant colors waver slowly with the gentle ripples, as if creating a splendid and mysterious world.
Fang Yuhuan walks slowly in the gentle evening breeze with a tiny white Little Dumpling on his shoulder, one man and one cat.
Fang Yuhuan unexpectedly feels a sense of peacefulness.
He thinks, if he could accompany his Shirley like this for a lifetime, it would be a wonderful thing.
But the Little Dumpling on his shoulder doesn't seem to enjoy this moment as much as he does.
She seems a bit restless and uneasy tonight.
"Shirley?" The unusual agitation of the little one on his shoulder makes Fang Yuhuan slightly uneasy.
He takes Gu Shengyin down from his shoulder and places her in his palm: "What's wrong? Feeling cold?"
