The night of early autumn, the weather was cool, a gentle breeze blew, bringing a trace of chillness, yet it felt incredibly comfortable.
"Brother Ting-"
Strolling along the tree-lined path, Gu Li suddenly stopped, looking up at him and calling out.
Probably out of habit, her subconscious always referred him as 'Brother Ting'.
Mo Shiting had corrected her a few times, but later, he simply gave up.
"What's up?"
Mo Shiting looked down at her.
Under the dim yellow street lights, the girl's pale face looked even more vivid. Her dimples rippled slightly, creating an irresistible charm.
His black eyes narrowed, his gaze deep and mesmerizing, as if they held a powerful magnet, effortlessly drawing people in.
"Since it's early, let's go watch a movie?"
Finishing the movie would take us up to 9 o'clock, and he'd be back in the city before 12. It's not that late.