The sun blazed down mercilessly, but thankfully, the path to the mountain foot was shaded by trees on both sides, making it quite cool as they walked.
Zhao Lang was also very humorous, and even the usually stoic Jiang Li couldn't help but laugh at his jokes from time to time.
The two of them chatted idly as they walked to the pond.
The pond water was a shimmering green, so clear that the stones, worms, fish, and shrimp at the bottom were visible.
The willow branches swaying in the breeze on both banks were lush and dripping with green, a beauty that could be described as a heavy ink and light wash painting.
However, Jiang Li wasn't in the mood to admire the landscape. She picked up an axe and was about to chop at the willow branches in front of her when Zhao Lang stopped her in mid-air.
Jiang Li looked at the hand holding her wrist, puzzled.
Zhao Lang gave a smile, "Let me do it."
Jiang Li frowned slightly, "I can do it myself."