In December, Rong City is cold and overcast, with a humid warmth in the air.
In the morning, Tang Song and Xie Shuyu went to Kuanzhai Alley in Qingyang District.
There was no driver, nor any assistant.
Tang Song held Xie Shuyu's hand, like an ordinary tourist couple, strolling over the smooth cobblestone paths.
The alleyways crisscrossed, and red lanterns hung between the blue-tiled gray walls.
The air was filled with the fresh fragrance of tea being roasted, the sweet aroma of sugar-coated fruits, and the excited chatter of tourists.
The bustling crowd intertwined with the lively atmosphere.
At first, Xie Shuyu felt somewhat uneasy.
She still habitually straightened her back, maintaining a dignified and reserved demeanor.
She hadn't been in such a situation for many years, free from the shackles of her professional identity, playing purely and unreservedly on the bustling streets.
Especially with a boyfriend by her side.
