Song Zhizhou, shuffling in his slippers, wobbled around a corner. His eyes went wide when he saw the scene before him. "Holy crap, are you two filming a TV drama this early in the morning?"
Not far away, the young man had one hand on the girl's back, helping her stand steady.
Then, a sharp glare shot in his direction.
Song Zhizhou threw his hands up in mock surrender. "What I meant was, that hug just now was so beautiful! So pure and refreshing, it was like a scene from a blockbuster romance!"
Jiang Youchen didn't say a word, his gaze shifting to the girl beside him.
Jiang Qingli steadied herself and turned her head to look out at the sea, her expression remarkably composed.
But her hand clutching the railing tightened inch by inch, with enough force to shatter the metal.
Jiang Youchen's lips thinned. He took a step back, putting even more distance between them than before.
The silence between them was strange.
