To Her Tastes

As Su Li dashed inside, Su Bing watched as a woman descended from the driver's seat of the car. She sported a neat, short haircut, army green cargo pants, and a grey shirt tucked into her waistband. A pair of black Doc Martens adorned her feet, and a camera hung around her neck. She was in the midst of a conversation with a man who had also exited the vehicle, her gaze as sharp and unwavering as a hawk's.

Su Bing felt a sudden jolt in his heart. Despite his urban schooling, he had never encountered a woman dressed in such a manner. Was this what a journalist looked like?

In Su Bing's eyes, this woman exuded a unique, cool aura. She seemed to be a pioneer of modern trends, redefining what it meant to be a woman.

She bore a slight resemblance to Gu Zi's mother in that when you looked at her, your first thought wasn't about her being someone's wife or mother. Instead, you thought about her as an individual.