Beijing in February, the cold wind was like a sharp knife, cutting to the bone, Jiang Chengsi was slightly underdressed, his phoenix-like frame slender, with less arrogance than usual, standing in the sunlight, casually handsome.
Indeed, he had a somewhat unique and elegant demeanor.
After Jiang Cuo honked the horn, Jiang Chengsi picked up the items placed to one side and crossed the road.
"Fourth Brother has been quite different these past few days." Tang Wan tilted her head, observing the approaching figure, "It's like he's less sharp, and it makes people feel more comfortable."
Jiang Chengsi was called an oddball because he exuded a restless energy, rebellious yet uninhibited, unconventional.
Jiang Jinsang's lips curved up, "Actually, when Big Cousin hadn't left, Fourth Brother was just like this, very sunny."
"Looks like he's encountered some good fortune lately."
