Watching Lu Yumei's shy demeanor, Liu Zhizhong felt a bit of turmoil inside.
He couldn't help but think to himself, "Of course, I like those grooves, the deep kind, but still..."
Liu Zhizhong said seriously, "Looking at this evening glow, it might pour later tonight. What if the river rises? Judging by the hydrological situation here, with that cliff on one side and the gentle slope on the other, and neither grass nor trees growing much, it indicates that water has washed over it. The groove you mentioned is feasible, with a pure stone structure, but it's no more than five or six meters above the river surface at its highest. I'm afraid if the water rises and floods it, it won't be worth it."
"Uh... How did I not think of that..." Lu Yumei's face turned red, and she nodded, "You're smarter, thinking of that."
