"I have a younger sister who loves beauty the most. Her skin is so delicate it looks like it could drip water. It only took her a year to get out of there. She was fourteen when she went in—do you think you’d be worse than a fourteen-year-old girl?" Ling Yin smiled, motioning for soone to make him another cup of coffee. "Believe in yourself. I wouldn’t send you to hell; it’s rely a place for self-improvent. It’s not as terrifying as you think. Aside from the harsh environnt, I’m sure, given your personality, you’ll absolutely love it."
Hua Hua shot him a look that clearly said, "Only a fool would believe you."
"You’ll understand when you get there whether I lied to you or not—it’s undoubtedly a place you’ll like."
Hua Hua refused to believe him, stubbornly insisting that he’d never love the desert. But later, he discovered that Ling Yin hadn’t lied to him. He truly fell in love with the place, though that’s a story for another ti.
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Ti flows like sand slipping through fingers, and half a month has passed.
November in Canada ushers in the kingdom of flying maple leaves. There’s no need to search for maple forests deliberately; as soon as you start your journey, the maple will guide your gaze with its saturated colors.
Whether you’re driving, hiking, cycling, or paddling on a lake, you’ll encounter the reds, yellows, orange-reds, browns, and golden hues that splash like paint between erald waters and blue skies. It envelops your sight in a world of vivid colors that feels beyond the reach of painting or photography.
At this mont, Chenxing sits in the car, flowing through countless shades of "maple" beauty.
The car cruises along "Maple Road," stretching across Canada’s eastern Ontario and Quebec provinces. Maple leaves dance at the juncture of the mountains and sky, swaying gracefully in vibrant shades of red and yellow. They pulsate with a frenzied vitality, warming autumn’s crisp chill.
Deep crimson maple forests ignite the fire of life anew in this desolate season.
The car finally stops at the most picturesque part of the maple woods. Unable to contain her excitent, Chenxing pushes open the car door and lets out a big shout, "Wow, it’s so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful!"
Getting to take wedding photos here is simply the happiest thing in the world.
Gu Shaocheng steps out of the car after her, watching as Chenxing stomps around exuberantly on thick layers of red maple leaves. The corners of his mouth involuntarily lift into a soft, indulgent smile.
Unable to hold back, he reminds her, "Be careful, don’t slip."
From another car, Nan Baihao steps out first, cradles Little Wubai from the vehicle, and finally helps his precious wife down. Bai Wuqing and Wen Jingru remain seated, while Little Jiajia leaps out of the car, clutching a toy plane and fiddling with its controls in animated play. From another car, a shapely leg erges into view; Luo Xi steps out dressed in a fiery red bodysuit, blending seamlessly with the surroundings. The sight makes Yan Fengchi swallow several gulps of saliva, his body betraying undeniable reactions that he can’t suppress—damn, she’s alluring!
Of course, these were not the only people present. More vehicles arrive, and their passengers gradually get out. They include photographers, makeup artists, and staff from one of the world’s most renowned wedding photography agencies. As soon as they alight, they efficiently set up a temporary photo studio.
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