In the morning, the sun was shining brightly.
Song Yi changed into black wide-leg pants and a long-sleeve shirt, with one corner of the shirt tucked into her pants.
Her hair was loose.
She put on makeup to cover some scars, and her hair also covered a few.
Casual yet fashionable.
She and Tang Si came out of the apartment.
Tang Si had his hands in his pockets, while Song Yi linked to his elbow.
The woman's steps were slow, and the man also matched her slow pace.
She linked to his left arm, and he carried her small bag on his right side.
Walking lazily, with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he was roguishly lazy and wild, exuding charm.
A couple that was both pleasing to the eye and sweet.
Especially the man, mature and charismatic, with a devilish allure, wild desires overflowing, looking quite untamable.
Yet he still casually carried her bag.
