In the evening, a young man and a young woman walked side by side down the street.
The young man had his hands in his pockets, and although his clothes were simple, they seemed tailor-made on him, very form-fitting and handsome.
The girl leaned on his side, her long hair cascading down to her waist, her pale arms looped through the young man's, her delicate face rosy and her dark eyes filled with happiness.
They strolled down the streets, entering various major shops, her lips always curled into a joyful smile, and the corners of the young man's mouth also lifted slightly.
It seemed, as long as she was happy, he was happy.
The two moved through the crowd, walking down streets and alleys, the girl chattering like a lively bird from time to time.
These two were naturally Lin Hao and Lin Shiran, reborn to live a life they never had before, the thousand years past, Lin Hao had never been so leisurely.
