" sure, " song qincheng replied, shaking his hand. " but i'd like to see you run more. "
her words carried the sweetness unique to women.
yu tingchuan increased the strength of his grip, but his tone was slow. " let's leave the steps for the young people to run. it's better for the older people to walk slowly like this. "
song qincheng glanced at him, not expecting him to make fun of himself like that.
it really didn't seem like him.
the morning air was fresh, and the two of them held hands as they walked along the track. yu tingchuan's steps were light, and song qincheng knew that he was deliberately slowing down so that she could keep up.
