Shen You'an was dressed in a blue-and-white tracksuit that perfectly elongated her proportions, her tall and slender figure outshining even runway models, refreshing and cool like a breeze brushing past.
Beneath the blue baseball cap was a fair and delicate face, the brim almost covering two-thirds of it. When the girl looked up, the gold-rimmed glasses under her cap briefly caught the light with a cold gleam, as if a fleeting illusion.
By the time one snapped out of it, the girl had already walked away, leaving only the impression of a tall and slender silhouette behind.
Sharp, trimmed nails dug into the tender skin of her palm, yet Luuo Yunqi seemed unaware, casually retracting her gaze. "Let's go," she said.
Out of view from Xiao Ling, the gloom in the depths of her eyes spread wildly, like untamed weeds.
