The afterglow of the setting sun gilded the towering city walls with a warm, golden edge.
Bai Wanwan's hand was held by Chou Rong as they walked up the gradually ascending ramp. She realized they weren't heading home.
"Where are you taking me?" she couldn't help but ask, her curiosity piqued.
Chou Rong turned his head. His deep eyes reflected the evening glow, and her figure within it.
"We're almost there. Come with me." His voice was low and steady, carrying a reassuring strength.
Bai Wanwan asked no more questions, letting his broad, warm hand guide her as they climbed the high city wall step by step.
When the view suddenly opened up, the scene outside the city made her eyes widen slightly.
