There was no city clamor, only the purest rural atmosphere rushing to greet them.
His heart, her heart, their closeness to nature brought them exceptionally close together.
Well, Lian Qiao might lack singing talent, but she was fortunate to have a nice voice, pure and melodious, which, sung atop this mountain, might not be pleasant but also wasn't jarring, for its charm lay in its sincerity!
After a final note fell, oh my gosh, she finally finished singing.
Clutching his arm triumphantly, she looked up earnestly and asked, "Liehuo, how was it, how did I sing? Speak up and reward me while you're at it!"
"Pretty good! I think even the birds in the trees have moved out because of your singing..."
Hearing him tease, Lian Qiao chuckled and bared her teeth at him, making a silly face.