Early Saturday morning, as Shen You'an stepped out of the neighborhood, Liu Runxi was already waiting there.
The boy was wearing a short white down jacket and blue jeans today, carrying a black backpack. His figure was tall and slender, his youthful appearance clean and refreshing.
The morning streets held a heavy chill, though spring had already arrived, the weather remained cold. Each breath he exhaled hung in the air like thin mist, softening his brows and features, making him appear increasingly aloof and ethereal.
As if he were an otherworldly immortal untouched by mortal life.
Shen You'an paused her steps.
Liu Runxi turned his head and noticed her, his eyes curving into a smile, as though in that instant, he descended from the clouds, touched by earthly warmth.
Shen You'an walked over. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Just got here."
Liu Runxi pulled out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to her. "Breakfast."
