The evening breeze brushed through the strands of hair.
The moonlight and the lamplight sprinkled upon her hair, casting a faint, ethereal glow.
Tang Song suddenly recalled that night a few months ago at YJTC, a familiar scene.
Back then, she was tearfully shouting, "How come you didn't even try to trick me!"
Probably, the mature lady now feels happy, right?
After walking a few steps, she saw Tang Song standing there, staring blankly at her.
She laughed out loud with a "Pfft—", walked back and spun around, "Am I beautiful?"
"Yes, very beautiful," Tang Song said softly, his voice deep and tender.
Wen Ruan instantly blossomed into a satisfied and happy smile, giving him a playful wink.
The night outlined her figure.
She was thirty, but her eyes sparkled like those of a teenager.
Tang Song reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Then he hugged her tightly, inhaling the fragrance in her hair, a warmth rising in his heart.
