A waning moon hung in the early morning sky over the willow banks, as if waking from a dream. The gentle evening wind was slightly intoxicating, carrying with it the first hint of autumn. On a park bench by the river, Li Yuan held Zhong Tingyue in his arms, savoring their own little world.
This time, his hands behaved themselves, not developing a mind of their own. Zhong Tingyue was wearing tight jeans paired with a white casual top—the perfect innocent college student look.
Li Yuan stroked Zhong Tingyue's black hair. "Little Moon," he said, "have you thought about the car? Is there a model you like?"
