Beyond the stars, seven or eight.
Jiang Chen had a duck head in one hand and a beer in the other, feeling at ease.
Even though no fellow enthusiasts had come to camp at the mountaintop yet, as half a disciple of Daoist Duanmu, am I supposed to fear that some delicate noble lady would plot against me?
It's simply laughable.
Shi Qianxi didn't give him any trouble either, shaking her beer can in silence.
"What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Chen broke the silence first.
"Not thinking about anything."
"Are you thinking that all the friends who used to come here with you have settled down and entered the next phase of life, while you're still alone?" Jiang Chen teased with a smile.
Shi Qianxi didn't mind and casually said, "I'm alone, then what are you? A ghost?"
Jiang Chen was at a loss for words.
Shi Qianxi raised her beer can leisurely, "That's life, some get off, and others get on."
Jiang Chen chuckled, drank as well, and said nothing.
