Sister Wang and Meiyao were filled with admiration when they saw the beautiful scenery, their eyes brimming with longing. I looked at them with disdain and thought, "If you want to play, just say so. How could I refuse?" I stopped the convoy and everyone got out of the car to have some fun. I even had someone hunt some wild game, and we all had a barbecue in the beautiful scenery.

Two lovely girls were playing happily in the midst of the colorful flowerbed.

One of the girls smiled radiantly. She moved with light steps, fluttering among the flowers like a butterfly. Sometimes she would bend down to gently smell the fragrance of the flowers, her intoxicated expression as if she were whispering to them; other times she would stretch out her slender fingers to carefully touch the petals, her face filled with surprise and curiosity.

Another girl was excitedly picking the beautiful flowers. She bent over, carefully selecting them, her eyes sparkling with joy, and her lips slightly upturned in a sweet smile.

She held the flowers she had picked in her hands, admiring them as if they were precious treasures, and occasionally shared her discovery with the girl next to her.

Their laughter echoed among the flowers, their lively figures complementing the blossoms, creating a scene full of childlike innocence, joy, and beauty.

I watched the two girls playing among the flowers. It was then that I realized that neither Sister Wang nor Meiyao were actually very old. It was just that the current social environment forced them to mature. Sister Wang, in particular, took on the responsibility of supporting her two younger brothers at a young age, which made her seem very steady and mature. But in fact, she hadn't even graduated from university yet. In her previous life, she would have been at the most beautiful age.

But if she hadn't met me, she might already be married and have children. She'd be considered an older single woman in this world now, but with me around, no one dares to say anything.

Even though she only started college, the same logic applies. They are all at the most youthful and beautiful age, and they still have a childlike spirit.

Everyone just watched the two women playing in the flower bushes without disturbing them, but everyone had a smile on their face. We didn't call them back until we had finished roasting the prey. Sister Wang was good at maintaining her image. Although she was really having a lot of fun, she regained her dignified demeanor when she came back.

But the smile on her lips never disappeared, and she didn't take off the several flower garlands she was wearing. She clung to me without any regard for her image and wouldn't get down. I indulged her and just carried her on my back without putting her down.

He carried her around the campsite, scaring her so much that she kept screaming and laughing. Finally, he let her go, and regretted not bringing his little sister along.

But it's a good thing she's not around. As everyone was having a barbecue, I saw Lao Huang's big, aunt-like smile. Following his gaze, I saw Aizen standing in the distance with the same aunt-like smile.

Jiu Ming, Fei Xuan, and Ye Mou, three girls, also dressed in bohemian long dresses, stood smiling in the sea of ​​flowers, holding bouquets of fresh flowers, just looking at you.

I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. Besides this wave, where else in Montenegro could there be another wave? No matter how beautiful something is or how good a game is, playing the exact same thing three times is incredibly addictive.

Judging from Aizen's expression, the remaining members of Black Mountain will definitely know about today's events. As long as they don't insist on coming back here for a visit, that's fine.