C582 Are You Trying to Get Mad at Me?

Rome.

The sun was setting, and the willow branches were swaying gently. The golden sunlight shone on the surface of the lake. Occasionally, the wind would blow, and the lake water would ripple with a golden light.

Little Treasure sat quietly on the grass by the lake. His small figure was covered in a layer of golden light by the setting sun. There was a fishing rod by his feet