And now, at this age, he surprisingly has the patience to accompany someone even older than Shen Qiao was back then.
It's just that when Shen Qiao went down to play in the water, Shen Jue thought it was childish and just watched from the shore.
Now, watching Rong Qingqing in the water, Shen Jue felt regret.
He couldn't join her in the water.
If she could get in the water, he could always help her catch more fish to make her happier.
Shen Jue reached out and touched his own unfeeling legs, and eventually let out a long sigh.
This is how his life would be, even if Rong Qingqing found it contemptible, it was no use.
In the creek, having fun, Rong Qingqing indeed spotted the white, nearly transparent fish that Shen Jue mentioned among the weeds.
She reached out and scooped from the grass, unexpectedly catching one.
