Gong Chen parked the car along an unremarkable stretch of coastal highway.
It was an autumn evening, and apart from a few people strolling in the distance, the beach before them was empty, save for the three of them.
As soon as Xingxing got out of the car, she bolted toward the sand to start building. This was already second nature to her.
Lin Zhiyi stood by her side, watching Xingxing's carefree demeanor with a soft smile.
The sea breeze came in bursts, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck from the chill.
In the next moment, a leather jacket was draped over her shoulders.
She tilted her head to look up at the man beside her. Even the sea breeze seemed partial to him.
The wind tousled his hair, strands fluttering across his eyes, which shimmered with the faint gold light of the setting sun—deep and mesmerizing.
"Am I more captivating than the sunset?" he asked suddenly.