The next day, as the sky outside just started to lighten, Yang Hexuan heard noises inside the room. He opened his eyes to see her already up, wearing a short skirt with her back to him, tying her hair up simply with a rubber band.
He had told her more than once that this look was quite tacky, but she was always very casual about her appearance.
In fact, she looked quite beautiful like this, her whole being exuding an ethereal beauty, as if she didn't belong to this world.
Yang Hexuan sat up and asked her, "Where are you going?"
Hearing his voice, her body shuddered, clearly startled. She glanced at him lightly without responding, then walked to the table, picked up her camera, hung it around her neck, and was about to leave with her bag.
Yang Hexuan strode over and roughly blocked her path, "I asked you where you're going?"
Xia Yan looked at him somewhat helplessly and answered indifferently, "To shoot the sunrise."
"Wait for me."
