The two adults and two children were a beautiful sight wherever they went, like a sudden splash of color in an ink wash painting—vibrant and full of life!
They took the first bus. By the time they arrived at the Cultural Palace, the main gates hadn't opened yet, but quite a few people were already waiting.
The group chatted and laughed as they walked along the line toward the end. As Xia Zhaoyun's gaze swept casually over the crowd, she saw a familiar, tall, and upright figure.
Huo Tianhao was fiddling boredly with a cigarette between his fingers, listening to Liu Mingkun drone on beside him. A frown of impatience creased his brow. 'I really have no idea how I ended up here!'
Sensing her gaze, he snapped his head up, only to find that she had casually looked away as if nothing happened.
He stuck the cigarette between his lips and scoffed. 'She really can't wait to cut ties with me. Said we'd be strangers if we met again, and now she won't even spare me a glance.'
