Flowers bloom and wither, clouds gather and disperse. In the blink of an eye, the morning sun had faded into the twilight of dusk.
Jiang Ruonan nestled in Yang Fan’s arms, gazing at the streak of red clouds on the horizon. Her heart felt as though it had been brushed with honey—warm and sweet.
Yang Fan glanced at his phone screen and noticed it was getting late. He reached out to affectionately pinch the woman’s chin, his gaze soft as he said, "Alright, it’s six o’clock. I should head to the jade auction."
Chapter 338