"Senior Lei, it's okay, I can carry it myself!"
"Hmm, I know!"
He naturally took her bag and slung it over his shoulder. Then they headed up the mountain path, and Shen Xiaoman smiled, hopping along like a little rabbit behind him. Why did this feel like a boyfriend picking up his girlfriend, so sweet.
The sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the winding shaded path, and also on Lei Zijia's tall and straight figure. Walking beside him, Shen Xiaoman ogled him unreservedly; after all, he couldn't see, so she could do as she pleased—she never dared to stare at him too much before, but now she could look her fill!