The sunlight was brilliant, and a cool breeze wafted through the air.
Leaning against a tree with his arms crossed, the man's presence seemed to hide itself; if his position weren't so conspicuous, one might have a hard time noticing him on a casual glance.
Raising a hand to adjust the brim of her hat, Mo Shangjun walked over.
Before she got close, he noticed her, lifting his eyes to meet hers and letting his gaze linger on her.
With an amused smile, as if sizing her up, he seemed to find her interesting.
Stopping about two meters from him, Mo Shangjun lazily raised her eyes to meet his.
"I didn't expect you would really come."
The man chuckled, showing an appropriately surprised expression.
"Name."
Mo Shangjun spoke calmly, indicating no intent to exchange pleasantries with him.
Gazing into her eyes, the man enunciated slowly, "Duan Zimu."
"Oh."
Mo Shangjun nodded indifferently, without so much as furrowing her brow.