At this time, the sun was about to set, and the originally blue sky was gradually dyed red. The originally pure white clouds were now glowing with red, pink, and lavender light.
The colors of the sky gradually merge with the colorful clouds.
In an instant, the setting sun immersed the entire sky, as if a huge oil painting was spread out in the sky.
Song Zhisi must have been so stunned that he didn't notice a young man riding the sunset walking towards him.
The soft sunset reflected on the young man's cheeks through layers of fog, revealing his angular features.
"Song Zhisi." Xu Shengyan called her softly.
Intention: tentative