Soon, they reached the river dam.
Xue Chuchu often came to the river dam, but she always sped past on her electric scooter.
She had never stood at the river dam like now, gazing at the glittering river below.
The spring breeze was warm, the sunlight just right, the fresh air laced with the scent of grass and flowers.
The river dam was quiet, without the hustle and bustle of the old urban area, with nature all around, it made one's mood clear and relaxed.
Xue Chuchu's normally cold face softened a bit, and she quickened her step, carrying half a bucket of oil, which added a touch of reality to her presence.
Jiang Ning continued along the dam, and a few hundred meters ahead, below the dam, was an open plain covered in green grass, with little tents set up on the grass, groups of adults and children, men and women, standing or sitting.
"Wow, so many people!" Xue Yuantong exclaimed, pointing at the grass.
