Chapter 317: Whether to Take Juanjuan Along The river surface was broad, shimmering with ripples, while occasional fishing boats glided by in the distance, adding a touch of vibrant life to the tranquil waters. Juanjuan was wrapped in a thick little cloak. Looking like a tiny ball of fluff, she gazed out the window at the river, unaware of how adorable she looked. Like a child who had lived in a place without rivers, she couldn't get enough of seeing such a scene for the first time. Just looking…