Near a small creek by the ranch, a long table covered with white cloth and several silver-black chairs and stools were set up.
Surrounding the table were two barbecue grills and some already skewered meat and vegetables.
The softly flowing creek water produced gentle sounds, even more melodious than the light tapping of spring rain against a windowpane.
A young woman sat at the table, resting her chin on one hand as she gazed at the man by the barbecue grill holding a few corn skewers.
His gaze was lowered, and every flutter of his thick lashes softly brushed the corners of his almond-shaped eyes.
His sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing strong, muscular forearms. Each twist of the skewers made faint veins appear across the back of his hand.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, Shi Wei slowly turned his head, meeting her clear almond-shaped eyes.
At that moment, it was as if all the surrounding sounds faded away, leaving only the two of them in the world.
