Liaofang City Airport.
Rong Xingyu stared at a figure in the distance, somewhat lost in thought.
It was not until Ding Yixin called him from beside him.
"Yuyu."
Rong Xingyu suddenly turned his head and looked into Ding Yixin's eyes. "Mm?"
Ding Yixin raised his hand and adjusted Rong Xingyu's mask.
"What's wrong?" Ding Yixin asked.
Rong Xingyu shook his head and explained softly, "Nothing, it's just that I saw someone just now who was dressed very…"
He thought about that person's outfit and searched his mind with some difficulty for a word to describe it. "Very fashionable."
Maybe fashion was just like that.
Thinking about that person's dazzling, multicolored hair, Rong Xingyu could not help laughing.
He probably would never quite be able to appreciate that kind of fashion in his lifetime.
Rong Xingyu and Ding Yixin were currently standing at the arrivals gate, with quite a few people around them who had also come to pick someone up.
