Gu Jiayin felt that the man in front of her, when described as noble as a ruler, wasn't wrong, but he was at times so domineering it bordered on childish, childishly unreasonable.
She didn't want to give him any more reason to take advantage of her, so she let him be.
Unhappily, she tossed her phone into the pocket of her coat, wrapped it tightly around herself with a complex, indescribable emotion, and strode forward.
Sheng Qianchi tilted his head, put his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at the woman's back, his eyes filling more and more with mirth.
After a two-second pause, he stepped forward, neither hurried nor slow, maintaining a two-step distance, following her.
His legs were long, so no matter how she walked, he could comfortably keep that distance.
Once they passed through the whole pear blossom grove, they neared the coast.
At that moment, the sunset completely disappeared into the horizon, the red glow dyeing the entire sea.
