Zhang Ruo was led away by Xiao Ting. Luo Ying's expression turned sour.
Lu Zhao assumed her displeasure was due to Zhang Ruo's matter, but what truly concerned Luo Ying was something else.
"Take me to the beach," Luo Ying suddenly looked up while sporting a radiant smile.
"Absolutely," Lu Zhao responded tenderly.
They had talked many times about strolling along the beach, but the two of them were always consumed by endless tasks.
Now that they were parting ways, this was Luo Ying's final wish.
The seaside breeze was pleasantly cold. Lu Zhao draped his coat over Luo Ying's shoulders.
With her hair freely swaying in the wind, Luo Ying exuded an indescribable aura of intellectual beauty.
Lu Zhao gazed gently at her and handed her a dainty pink seashell.
"Lu Zhao, have our days together brought you happiness?" Luo Ying suddenly asked.