The evening breeze, mixed with the coolness of seawater and the smell of barbecue smoke, blows onto the sweaty skin, feeling comfortable.
Just now, in the crowd, that feeling was indeed a bit floating. The crowd automatically parted a path, and the gaze from those eyes, mixed with a bit of something else, was quite enjoyable for Li Younan to see.
Jing Chaoyi's little gaze was dazzlingly bright.
When Li Younan slipped into the crowd, people automatically made space for him.
Those gathered here were more or less interested in parkour, or were simply part of the parkour circle. Apart from that, there was a bunch of young people pursuing coolness.
Li Younan could naturally feel that their gazes towards him had changed somewhat.
In this era, the concept of masters among the people has gradually disappeared, and Li Younan made everyone feel a kind of Renaissance-like absurdity.
