Chapter 516: 515 Sweetness (3)

Xia Siyu looked around, realizing they were still far from their destination. The car was parked by the side of the road, next to a river.

On the other side rose undulating hills of yellow earth. Some areas were just depressions, while others were deep valleys.

Xia Siyu was a bit puzzled, “What’s happening?”

Why had they suddenly stopped? Was there something he wanted to say?

As she thought about it, she remembered how Bo Yan had wrapped his arm around her waist and said, “This is my wife.” Although there was no issue from a legal perspective, if he was recognized, she and Bo Yan would be even less able to escape attention.

But before she could ask, Bo Yan nudged the car forward a bit, then again, turning the vehicle to a new position.

Then he turned off the engine, unfastened his own seatbelt, then unfastened hers, and even helped her open the car door: “Come out.”

Xia Siyu frowned, reluctant to leave the car. Bo Yan reached out to her again: “Come out, trust me.”

Xia Siyu hesitated for a moment but still extended her hand to him. This man couldn’t be trusted with meat, but besides that, he was very strong in both professional and theoretical terms. Xia Siyu might not say it out loud, but she had started to trust him habitually, to trust his judgment.

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She took his hand and stepped out; Bo Yan pulled her forward a few steps: “Right here.”

Xia Siyu still wore a puzzled face as he tugged her along.

But when she stood at the edge of the hill and saw the breathtaking view before her, she felt her whole being open up.

At their feet was a precipice. Unlike other cliffs, this one wasn’t much rocky or a sheer drop but a steep slope of yellow earth. The river seemed to have been cut by nature itself, flowing deeply in the canyon.

The original flatland, eroded by rain, was abruptly interrupted, with ravines crisscrossing and long canyons. It resembled the antennae of a crab, weaving a network of intersecting lines.

Further out twisted more of the yellow earth. Although years of planting trees had lent the hills here a tinge of green, they could not compare to the lush ridges elsewhere. A vast expanse of yellow stretched from before them to the horizon, as if endless.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

There’s a saying that I might be only a hundred meters from you on the Loess Plateau, but to meet, we would possibly have to walk an entire day. It refers to this kind of landscape.

However, when you stand on the mountain top and look into the distance, these geographical proximities become completely irrelevant. The hills roll on, barren of inhabitants. Here, one can shout loudly and scream freely. There’s only her, only him—no more jumbles of crowds to disrupt, no spinning top-like work to mind, and no one to recognize and know her.

Bo Yan took off her mask in one motion, “You don’t need this here.”

Without the mask, even breathing became much easier. The air was slightly dry, sunbeams pouring down from the sky. Here, even a tributary seemed so majestic—being next to the Yellow River itself would perhaps be even more expansive.

Bo Yan encouraged her: “There’s no one else here; you can say what’s in your heart. Anything you want to say.”

Then he yelled towards the valley: “I am Bo Yan—”

Quickly, an echo returned: “I am Bo Yan—Bo Yan—”

Bo Yan yelled again: “Bo Yan loves Xia Siyu—”

As soon as he finished, Xia Siyu was startled and quickly punched him. But Bo Yan was laughing, and the valley carried back the echo: “Bo Yan loves Xia Siyu—loves Xia Siyu—”

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