Chu Yu's words lightly swept across the full bloom of spring, like a sharp sword released from the strings, heading straight into Rong Zhi's ears without turning back.
Rong Zhi's hand paused slightly as he scattered the fish bait, then continued as normal, a faint smile on his lips, "Is that so? I wish you a smooth journey."
Chu Yu nodded her head, sitting beside Rong Zhi, she sighed, "Actually, I'm somewhat reluctant to leave you, but there are no eternal banquets in this world. Even good friends must part eventually. I will often miss you in the future."
It was "Guan Canghai" she would miss.
Rong Zhi said nothing; his lips curved into a perfect smile, slightly upturned at the corners, showing a demeanor of great spirits, "It is indeed a pity. You are also a great friend with whom I get along very well. I will occasionally think of you too."
His voice and tone revealed no flaws, carrying a light joy and a touch of melancholy—this must be the expression of "Guan Canghai."