Chapter 79

Colin walked with me hand in hand, strolling along the mountain paths just like when we were kids.

He shared stories about skilled folk artists I had never heard of, talked about his different interpretations of watercolor paintings, and reminisced about the paths we walked together in our childhood.

Under the blue sky and bright sun, surrounded by picturesque scenery, we were like characters from a painting.

In the park, there were tandem bicycles. Upon noticing my longing gaze, Colin rented one and took me on a ride, freely traversing the enchanting nature.

We collaborated wholeheartedly, struggling to pedal for a long time until my legs were unbearably sore. It was only then we gave up and lay down on the grass to rest.

Following that, we stumbled upon a narrow stream. Its water was a clear mirror, reflecting every grain of sand at the bottom. Several rounded stones, some dark red and others pure white, discreetly divided the stream.

I naughtily took off my shoes, held them i