Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?

In the ancient town, time always flows more slowly and pleasantly than in major cities. Li Jing and He Mo, newly united in soul and body, spent another week entwined in this leisurely beauty.

Because of He Mo, Li Jing even delayed his original departure from the ancient town.

During this time, the two visited the age-worn ancient temple, exploring old traces beneath the intricately muraled, weather-worn red walls, and pledged beautiful wishes in front of the Buddha statues.

At night, they lay by the river, barefoot, gazing at the twinkling stars, breathing in the air mixed with earth and grass.

In the days that followed, they wandered hand-in-hand through the bustling market, watched fish from the time-touched stone bridge, and played among the grasses of the groves.

Throughout that week, they left traces in every corner of the ancient town and its surroundings, and He Mo bloomed with a long-missed joyful smile.

If her life were always so beautiful, perhaps her paintings wouldn’t be tinged with such a sense of pessimism.

That day, under the bright sunshine on the square in front of the high-speed train station, pedestrians hurried by.

He Mo was still dressed in a loose linen long dress, its creamy white hem swaying in the wind. Her upper body was layered in a pale blue sincere cardigan, exuding her constantly lazy and casual charm.

But compared to before, her cheeks were now rosier, and her rational, indifferent gaze had softened with several strands of warmth.