Jiang Yang sat obediently on the stone stool, propping his chin single-handedly and daydreaming.
Wei Qin, though seated in a chair, had a posture surprisingly identical to Jiang Yang's. The tall and the short, both had handsome features and an elegant demeanor, exquisite and pretty. Even the angle at which they tilted their chins was exactly the same.
One sat high, the other low.
When Dai Yifan walked over from a distance, what he saw was this scene. He couldn't help but stop to watch, secretly amazed, yet his face didn't reveal anything.
Wei Qin caught sight of him from the corner of his eye and straightened up, flashing Dai Yifan a slight smile.
"So you've learned to take walks now?" Dai Yifan approached and sat down on the empty seat beside the chair, teasing, "That's really something! In the past, seeing you was harder than anything, and now I run into you just taking a walk."
"Are you really just out for a walk?" Wei Qin asked with a meaningful tone.
