Mi Fei chatted and laughed, following alongside Li Beiting. When he quickened his pace slightly, she held on to his arm, preventing him from walking too fast.
The summer breeze brushed against them, causing Mi Fei's black hair to flutter lightly. From time to time, she used her fingers to sift a few strands of hair behind her ear.
Mi Fei's laugh was fresh and bright, like a rose blossoming quietly on a midsummer night.
At first glance, Li Beiting and Mi Fei seemed quite well-matched.
Yu Weiwei turned the steering wheel, driving past them without even lifting her eyelids.
Xu Chaomu turned her head to look at Yu Weiwei, who had a calm expression on her face, as if she had just seen an old friend she hadn't met in a long time, with no ripples in her eyes.
When the small BMW brushed past Li Beiting, he just happened to turn his head.
His gaze fell on the driver's seat, where, illuminated by the streetlights, he saw Yu Weiwei at the wheel.
