After a round of tai chi, Ning Fei sat on the peak of the mountain and quietly watched the setting sun in the distance.
The Little Falcon landed on his shoulder.
He did not want to do anything. He just wanted to enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature.
The scenery was different from different heights.
For example, now that the mountains were in sight, the setting sun looked even more spectacular.
Ning Fei was born and raised in the secular world, so he could not avoid the smoke and dust, but he still yearned for such a leisurely life.
The Little Falcon looked at him from the side and occasionally looked at the sunset in the distance. It did not understand why Ning Fei would have such a feeling.
“Abbey Dean Ning, you look really comfortable.”
“Yes, I’ve walked for so long on the mountain road just for this moment. I admire and admire this kind of casualness.”
“Everyone makes different choices. Some people prefer the life in the city.”