Sang Qian arrived at the small park where Ji Chengzhou was standing by the ashtray in the smoking area, smoking.
The gray coat that reached his knees, worn on his frame, made him appear even more tall and slender, with a calm and noble temperament and an outstanding appearance.
He stood there casually, attracting the attention of quite a few people in the park.
He was standing sideways to her, seemingly lost in thought, until she approached and he noticed.
Sang Qian looped her arm through his, "How long have you been here?"
Ji Chengzhou tossed the cigarette from his fingers into the ashtray, then used his hand to wave away the smoke drifting toward Sang Qian. Afterwards, he held the hand that was looped on his arm in his palm and together they stuffed it into his coat pocket, stepping forward as he began to walk, "Just arrived a moment ago."
His palm was dry and warm; enveloped by it, she felt very cozy.
