Li Beinian's Wobbly Legs
Editor: Atlas Studios
From afar, Feng Yiran saw a man and a woman walking over. The scene was like a painting. The mottled golden sunlight fell on them, making them look romantically peaceful.
The wind swept by, gathering the dust and leaves from the ground, sending them flying through the air.
The man walked towards him. His suit was slightly messy but he held himself tall and upright. On his head sat an ill-fitting military beret.
A woman was lying on his back. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall over her shoulders, and fell like a drape over Mu Xichen's shoulders. Her fair and exquisite face looked even more delicately precious in this set up, making one's heart throb uncontrollably.
Mu Xichen looked at Feng Yiran steadily.
The rhythm of his footsteps did not change even with the appearance of the other man. He ignored the intruder.
"Wait." Feng Yiran couldn't help but ask, "Why are the both of you here?"