In the hexagonal pavilion, a man is playing a game of Go against himself, his fingertips holding a white piece with distinct knuckles.
The wind passes through the treetops, and the sunlight casts mottled shadows into the pavilion, enveloping him in a layer of soft light. His hair falls messily over his forehead, partially shading his enchanting eyes, and his lips curve slightly.
He's wearing a simple high-necked sweater, the same style as Rong Zhi's dark blue one, the sleeves casually rolled up to reveal his beautifully shaped wrist bone.
When those eyes lift and look towards her, they seem filled with warmth, radiating light.
His elegant eyebrows and eyes carry a subtle smile.
"Hey, come over here."
His tone is lazy and carefree, hiding seriousness within playfulness, deep and alluring.
Rong Zhi raises her brows slowly, looking into his enchanting eyes reflecting her slender figure, "Not cold?"
