Chapter 363 - 371 The Water is Cold, Let Me Do It (1)
In the end, Ling Momo abandoned the carriage and walked on foot. She reached the lakeside of the small town and couldn’t help but close her eyes, breathe deeply, and flash a faint smile, feeling the dreamlike essence of the city.
Li Qingshen watched Ling Momo, her eyes serene, the corners of her lips curved in a gentle smile. Silently, he took out his phone and captured this eternal moment.
Afterward, he slowly swiped through the photos on his phone, all of which were of Momo: at End of the World in Hainan, at Niagara Falls in New York, on a London bus... and right here, right now.
Li Qingshen gazed for a long time before he slowly put away his phone and quietly stepped beside Ling Momo, standing in silence with her.
It took Momo a while before she opened her eyes. Looking at the town blooming with red willows and bright flowers, under the clear blue sky and gentle breeze, she was struck by the illusion of peaceful times. She couldn’t resist exclaiming, "I never imagined such a dreamlike town could actually exist in this world."
"Indeed, initially this place was France’s most inconsequential, insignificant little existence, but since Monet’s arrival, it became world-renowned. Everyone who comes to France visits this town, and later..." Li Qingshen paused slightly before continuing, "It was called a fairyland by people."
Ling Momo nodded in realization, feeling that the term "fairyland" could not be more fitting to describe the town.
Li Qingshen looked into the distance, his expression oddly mingled with amusement. In fact, he had almost let slip that there was a saying that went—Giverny, the town of dreams, elope here with the one you love!