Crescent Lake has aged.
As part of the Moat of the old Nanjing City, it is a very elongated body of water, and walking one full circuit around the lake is approximately three kilometers.
Under the blazing sun, Yan Zhihan held an umbrella for shade, carrying a package, and walked on the small path around the lake.
The girl couldn't help but feel uneasy.
What was wrong with her, doing such an outrageous task.
Xiao Bai had admonished her to find a hidden spot, lest the item be snatched away by others. But apart from the fishermen, who would want this thing? Would anyone else mistake this object as a millennia-old Ganoderma?
But she couldn't just carelessly throw it into the center of the lake because he would have to fish it back out later.
He actually planned to retrieve it?
Could it be that boys have such deep attachments to the things they've handled?
Yan Zhihan shook her head.
