C32 A man of letters is a man of delicate feelings

He had thought it was dirty and was going up, looking out of the window at a road that led to the sea (the log also had a picture, which I guessed was taken with his head bowed), and he thought it would be nice to pat the rocks, so he went down. It was a fine day, no sun, and the water was clear.

When he walked down, he did not see Guan Xuehua at all. He only focused on walking up the rock