Chapter 687 Unable To Restrain Himself

Josiah detailed his feelings of the day with particular care.

“On my way to see you, I had mentally prepared myself. After all, the concept of a mountain village had always been just a term to me, so no matter how unfamiliar the surroundings here were, I could accept them. But what truly stirred me was this town.”

“What do you mean?”

“This place is like an unfinished city. It has all the necessary amenities, not too backward but not too advanced either. It’s as if it’s in a transitional phase between a city and a village. Yet, everyone lives their lives with utmost sincerity.”

Although his encounter with them was brief, it felt as if he had stepped into another world.

Lysander chuckled. “I was all set to hear you evaluate the commercial potential of this place, but I didn’t. expect your response to be so full of humanistic concern.”

Josiah paused for a moment, then confessed, “I’ve always said that you’ve changed, but now it seems, I’ve changed quite a bit myself.”

He thought it was a good thing, but he wasn’t sure how Lysander would perceive it.

In the afternoon, the sun was obscured by dark clouds, indicating that rain was inevitable today.

The visitors who came for the festival were still in high spirits. Even the small vendors, who had just set up their stalls, had no plans to head home just yet. Such a lively atmosphere was a rare sight, and they were there to make a living.

Lysander casually observed everything around her and said, “It may sound a bit dramatic, but even though I’ve traveled to many places, when it comes to finding a place to call home, I still feel that a place like this. is my world.”

They were, after all, from two different worlds.

Josiah vaguely understood her what she was trying to convey. He replied, “Although our worlds are vastly different, they are not entirely without overlap.”

Lysander astutely sensed the underlying message in his words. “Are you planning to develop this area. yourself?”

potential here is greater than expected. Not only does it have picturesque scenery, but it also has a rather interesting local culture. The downside is that the supporting facilities are not quite up to

he got into work mode, he was incredibly focused. His profound eyes

He was about to offer some advice from the erspective of the villagers when

Dmn, it’s raining.

several blocks away from the budget hotel, and there were no stores selling

asking, “Should we find

a sprained ankle, the other with an injured foot. They were hardly in a condition to rush back to the hotel without risking getting caught in the rain. The recent weather was proving to be

a street–side shop,

customer or not. Seeing the two of them standing outside, the owner of the small card room called out, “Come in and sit down. It’s just a thunderstorm; the

thanks, the two

customers there. So, she ordered a pot of tea and sat with him near the entrance. As they sipped their tea, they watched the steady

They were leisurely strolling in the rain at this time, appearing rather

Some were sprinting with bags over their heads, others sought refuge from the

couple, seemingly students, were particularly passionate. They ran over hand in

they don’t even worry about catching a cold after getting caught

of a virus.” Lysander pragmatically remarked. “Especially with the recent drop in temperature, it’s easy to get headaches

truly had a knack for

years younger, I probably wouldn’t be

Ten years ago…

had just entered his twenties, a time when he was brimming with

was passionately smitten with Lysander, yet unable to express

in mind, Josiah

they were conversing, an electric scooter whizzed past the storefront. The rider, a delivery person clad blue uniform, had no

the majority who were trying to make a living, it remained

a child, I used to look forward to the rain and snow. But as I grew older, that longing faded. I began to pray for sunny days on every working day, fearing that otherwise, my father’s commute would

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