Next to Tingfeng Lake is Tingfeng Pavilion.
There was a cool breeze in the pavilion, bringing with it a chill of early autumn.
As no one had taken care of it for quite some time, the weeds around the pavilion had grown as tall as a person. So when sitting in the pavilion, one could only look at the lake surface stirred by the autumn wind through the gaps in the weeds.
Ethan Ye and Yang Yiyi, who were sitting in the pavilion at the moment, had no thoughts on the lake. Although Yang Yiyi, whose hand was held by Ethan Ye, looked calm, her heart was slightly rippled like the lake.
"Ethan Ye, don't you have anything to say to me?" Yang Yiyi asked.
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