The two walked along the beach, hand in hand. She walked barefoot in the sea, while he held her hand beside her.
The waves lapped at her instep, warm and refreshing.
It was clear that An Ran was in a good mood.
Their fingers were tightly interlocked, and they had never shared such a harmonious atmosphere before.
Lou Hezhan's gaze fell on her face. Her long hair was blown wildly by the sea breeze, casually scattered in a charming way.
They played all afternoon, and she didn't feel tired. She ran barefoot along the beach, sometimes letting go of his hand, flying freely like an unrestrained bird.
Sometimes she would run back to his side, tired, and let him carry her.
Lou Hezhan fulfilled her every request.
The sky gradually darkened.
An Ran was exhausted from the hustle and bustle.
She leaned limply against his shoulder, letting him carry her.
In a lazy voice, she said, "Ahe, I don't want to go back. Can we walk a bit more?"
Lou Hezhan's voice was unexpectedly gentle.
