The summer sun was blinding, and a warm, slightly salty sea breeze rustled her hair.
As a young man's voice sounded, a shadow fell over her, blocking the sun.
Yuan Shiyao was wearing a white T-shirt, his choppy black hair falling over his forehead. His pair of jade-green eyes were as clear as if they'd been washed with water, giving him a bright, boyish air that was a change from his usual uniform.
Jiang Qingli hadn't expected to run into him here and was a little surprised. "What a coincidence. You're here for fun, too? Are you alone?"
"Not alone. The senior student council members are having a team-building event, so I came with them." Yuan Shiyao's lips curved into a smile as he pointed to a group of people clustered in the distance.
Five or six people were chatting by the beach volleyball net. Their expressions were unclear, but Ke An's red hair stood out in the crowd.
