After breakfast, Yang Cheng took Jiang Yu out.
This time, Feng Jiuge didn't come along because she was too exhausted from last night, lacking even the strength to get up.
Yang Cheng drove with Jiang Yu to a mountain in the west of Linzhou City.
The mountain wasn't high, but the scenery was beautiful, with fields of wildflowers in red, yellow, purple, and white, creating a colorful floral carpet on the slopes.
"So beautiful!"
Jiang Yu was astonished by the scene as she stepped out of the car, her eyes filled with delight.
"Do you like it here?"
Yang Cheng walked up beside her and asked with a smile.
"I love it! I really do!"
Jiang Yu nodded enthusiastically, bending down to sniff the flowers' fragrance.
Yang Cheng followed her, watching her happy demeanor, and felt a sense of satisfaction rise within him.
The two played on the hillside all morning, picking a large bunch of wildflowers and weaving two wreaths, each wearing one.
"Chen, you look great with a wreath on!"
