Zhao Rong had always wondered why ancient people liked to go to the rooftop for a heart-to-heart talk whenever they had the chance.
Now he understood.
A crescent moon, a sky full of stars, lights shining from thousands of homes.
The sound of the wind, seeming to fill the entire world, reached his ears from all directions.
And by his side, a beauty with fluttering ribbons, his companion in life.
The pleasant scent of the other person filled his nostrils.
They admired the moon together.
The atmosphere was perfect.
Of course, the prerequisite was having a childhood sweetheart or a wife like Qing Jun by your side.
Otherwise, just having a rooftop was useless.
Young people need to learn to grasp the main contradiction.
Luckily, Zhao Rong felt that he had grasped it tightly at this moment.
He was not going to let it go for anything, and even gave it a slight squeeze, receiving a comfortable bounce back, "Ahh, Qing Jun seems to have gained a bit of weight..."
Smack!
