When Su Xuan had made a round and came back, he saw Liu Ruobing carefully gathering some firewood, then sitting on a rock, gently lifting her head to gaze at the distant sea. Bathed in the sunset's glow, the scene was stunningly beautiful—as was Liu Ruobing herself, truly a person of excellent looks.
With his arms folded across his chest, Su Xuan thoroughly enjoyed this picturesque view. Truth be told, appreciating beautiful women was Su Xuan's favorite pastime.
"Hey, what are you looking at? Come over and light the fire!"
Liu Ruobing shot Su Xuan a glare, and Su Xuan, with a twist of his mouth, walked over somewhat sheepishly, smiling as he spoke.
"Admiring a beauty, of course. I'm not one for many sorrows; I just love admiring beautiful women!"
Su Xuan said mischievously, waving his right hand as a flame leapt up, much like a magic trick. As the flame rose, Liu Ruobing warmed herself by the fire. After a long while, she looked at Su Xuan and weakly asked.
