This was the first time Yun Mo had casually strolled down the street in such a relaxed manner. Opposite the grocery store was a night market brimming with small stalls and vendors.
Qiao Xiaon'an suddenly let go of Yun Mo's hand, intending to cross the road.
Yun Mo gripped her wrist from behind, pulling her back with urgency, "Red light. Are you blind?"
Even though he had scolded her, Qiao Xiaon'an's lips curved into a smile, "Aren't you here with me?"
"..." He was so frustrated that he felt a tightness in his chest. He wanted to scold her, but he held back.
Their fingers intertwined, they crossed the road.
Soft street lamps illuminated their bodies, and even their shadows cast on the zebra crossing appeared in pairs, emanating an aura of intense love.
Qiao Xiaon'an's gaze swept over the shadows they cast and his distinct cheekbones.
Suddenly, she felt this is the kind of life she was meant to live.
The banquet earlier had suffocated her.
