Back In Westridge
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Late in the night.
The street lights and neon signs were brightly lit.
Two figures walked along the deserted street.
The young woman's hair was black like ink, which contrasted with the white dress that gave her an ethereal appearance.
Next to her was a plainly-dressed young man.
They strolled casually along the street.
It was early September, and the night was warm.
"Tang Hao…" She suddenly called his name.
"Yes?" Tang Hao turned to look at her.
"Nothing! I just wanted to call your name." She smiled like a blooming flower.
Tang Hao was surprised.
"Just joking! Thank you so much for spending your time with me today! You've also taught me a lot. I think I can sing a lot better now," she said with a smile.
Tang Hao smiled. "You're already a very good singer!"
"Don't flatter me like that!" She said shyly.
"Are we still walking?"