November, already deep autumn.
After several autumn rains, the weather had turned much cooler.
In the early morning, the distant sky was still shrouded in a thin layer of gray, as if not fully awake. The streets were covered with fallen leaves, like a golden carpet, rustling softly when the wind blew.
Li Jing stepped out of An Tong's apartment, wearing the latest lv autumn coat, a crisp chill greeting him.
"Hmm, slightly cool, comfortable."
Li Jing took a deep breath, showing enjoyment; he liked the slightly cool autumn climate, always feeling that warmth was more easily felt in such weather.
Feeling the faint moisture in the air, like a light veil brushing his face, Li Jing tightened his clothes, trying to hold on to that elusive warmth, then headed towards his Maserati.
Today, Wen Lan finally called him to the film set to get familiar; it seemed his scenes would be shot in a few days.
