Xie Shang ascended the steps of the arch bridge.
"Changling."
Only when he drew closer did Xie Shang see her hair clearly, as if he could see her at eighteen or nineteen—stubborn, dashing, unyielding to convention.
Unruly, with an attitude, vibrant and bold.
If the occasion were not so inappropriate, Xie Shang would have liked to praise her.
Wen Changling was somewhat surprised to see Xie Shang: "How come you are here?"
He found an excuse: "I was passing by and came for a stroll."
"Then carry on."
Wen Changling moved to the side, indicating for him to proceed.
Xie Shang glanced at the mask in Jiang Chengxue's hand, suppressing the urge to tear it up, then crossed the bridge and walked down the steps.
Gu Yihuan followed closely, and as he passed by Wen Changling, he hummed silently to express his dissatisfaction. With that hair, Wen Changling looked even more like a bad girl who knew how to have fun.
