Wrapped in sleeping bags, the windswept feeling turned out more romantic than imagined. After watching the meteor shower, they packed up their gear early the next day to return home.
Going downhill was much easier than the climb up, and along the way, Jiang Shuyao repeatedly and casually pressed Pei Yan to reveal what wish he had made.
That guy gave evasive answers, more focused on stuffing things into the car than telling her.
"I'm still dreaming of wishes coming true, but wouldn't it be a waste of effort if I said it out loud."
Jiang Shuyao didn't hide her mockery, "How could dreams possibly come true? I'm a realist, I only believe in science."
Her words seemed to annoy him.
His head was knocked hard, and Pei Yan sneered coldly, "The first dream I had was to win you over, believe it or not."
Her: "..."
Believe.
The drive back to the city from Furi Mountain took about forty minutes.
