Zhongshan Road, the pedestrian street, Chu Mo, in his custom-made casual wear and leather shoes, walked with an indifferent expression, his eyes carrying a touch of apathy.
By his side, Yang Duoer, wrapped in a black coat and huge sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, seemed to cover her face no matter where she went.
Perhaps because the air had grown cooler, the night market after ten o'clock wasn't as bustling as before. However, unlike his earlier solitude, Chu Mo now had the company of Yang Duoer.
Even though the girl by his side was bundled up tightly, her tall figure and extraordinary aura still outshone most women. Coupled with Chu Mo's handsome and carefree appearance, the pair walking together certainly looked to be a match made in heaven in the eyes of passersby.
Strolling side by side, occasionally, when they passed by a stall, Miss Yang would stop and take a brief look, but at most she would only glance twice, never initiating a selection or inquiring about the price.
