June 13.
The mist of early morning dissipated, and a gentle breeze blew from the riverside, carrying moist vapors and the faint scent of flowers. It wove through the roads during the morning rush hour, circled around, and blew into the window, fluttering the curtains.
'Dong dong dong.'
At nine o'clock sharp, there was a knock on the door of Lin Chuan's hotel room.
"Coming,"
Lin Chuan, who had woken up early, quickly walked to the door, pulled down the handle, opened the door, and saw Youyou standing outside, steady as ever. Dressed in a simple white shirt paired with a dark blue A-line skirt, she accentuated her willowy waist and straight, fair legs, with a pair of white canvas shoes adding youthful vibrance.
"Lin Chuan, good morning,"
Youyou lifted her pretty face to look at Lin Chuan.
She had deliberately applied light makeup, which made her already adorable face look even more delicate and beautiful.