Today wasn't a holiday, nor was it the weekend, so there weren't many tourists by the sea.
On the seashore, the breeze kissed the face, the waves glimmered, and the air was exceptionally fresh.
Ye Qingci hadn't expected that writing by the sea would be such a special pleasure.
The childlike Shi Yi was frolicking by the sea, energetically chasing and playing with Qingyang.
Not far from them stood He Meng, attentively watching their every move, which made Ye Qingci feel a warm contentment in her heart.
She increasingly felt that she had completely integrated into the Jian family.
Whether it was Jian Shichu, his younger brothers, or these bodyguards, Ye Qingci felt they were her family.
In this family, she felt safe and happy every day.
Such a life, even if lived over several lifetimes, would never grow old.
After watching Shi Yi and Qingyang play for a while, she smiled and lowered her head, continuing to write her "Drunken Breeze."