Zheng Haoyu, holding Su Nian's hand, walked through the plaza. A faint autumn breeze stirred Su Nian's long hair. Her plain long dress seemed to bloom with every step she took next to her feet. She couldn't help extending her hand to sense this feeling of freedom, her lips slightly curving up, drawing a sense of guilt and concern from Zheng Haoyu.
"If you like it, we can come here more often." He gazed at the smile on her face, almost forgetting how long it had been since he last saw her truly happy.
Come here often? Su Nian glanced at him. Was he joking? Is he certain he would have the time and spirit to accompany her?
"Would you like us to buy a kite and fly it?" Since Su Nian had been staring at the kites in the sky, Zheng Haoyu couldn't resist suggesting.
She cast him a sidelong glance, fly a kite?
"Do you know how?"
