"Senior sister?"
Mo Weiyi raised his head, looking at Ling Zhizhou nearby, "Are you... running?"
Ling Zhizhou's forehead was still covered in sweat, his hair somewhat damp. The weather was deathly cold, yet he was only wearing a thin sweater, his body radiating heat, his smile so sunny.
"Playing soccer.", he said, then looked down at Mo Weiyi again, "I thought I recognized you wrongly, who would've thought it was really you."
It was rare to see Mo Weiyi dressed like this.
On ordinary days, she was always meticulously made up, her outfit carefully chosen, her demeanor aloof, like a high and mighty little princess.
But now, she was dressed in simple, lightweight sportswear, her face clean without makeup. Under the morning sun, her pretty little face was fair and clean, her eyebrows and eyes vibrant, full of girly charm.