"Is it really you?"
Just as Fan Qing was about to turn around and go back in to find Qin Mu, someone not far away called out to her.
"Tan Yiwen?"
Fan Qing was also puzzled about how they could bump into each other in a place like this.
"You've changed your style?"
Tan Yiwen stepped forward, looking at the girl in a long dress before him. He was a bit unaccustomed, noticing she no longer appeared as sharp or nondescript as before. Suddenly, she seemed much more artistic, much more serene.
"Yeah! Are you here to buy clothes?"
Fan Qing felt a bit nervous, tentatively questioning him in a small voice.
"Yes! In the evening, Zhang Hongyun asked me to go shopping with her. I figured I can't wear the same suit every day. You know her, she already looks down on me!"
As Tan Yiwen said this, he lowered his head, staring at his fingertips.
Fan Qing couldn't help but look at his fingertips. His fingers were clean and fair; they were the kind she liked.
