Li Rui walked down the neon-lit street with his hands in his pockets, kicking a walnut-sized stone ahead of him. It seemed to have come from a broken curb.
He found himself surprisingly calm. In fact, he used to secretly fantasize that his parents were not dead and might suddenly show up one day, claiming they had faked their deaths.
But now that he actually saw them, he didn't feel anything special; it was like meeting friends he hadn't seen in many years.
Thud.
The stone he kicked landed in a nearby trash can.
"Am I late?" he asked.
Cheng Mingyue stood on the curb, rocking on her heels, with her hands behind her back, wearing a dress she normally wouldn't wear: "I came early."
The two naturally linked arms, as if they were long accustomed to it, indistinguishable from any other couple on the street.
However, if anyone overheard their conversation, they would surely be startled.
