Meng Yunyun took off her glasses, gently rubbed the bridge of her nose, and then stood there blankly, looking at the horizon with slightly bent eyes. The weak sun was like a crushed orange, covering the surrounding clouds. The dusk light seemed to have been soaked in wine and slanted from between a few small trees. Meng Yunyun's hair, face, and eyes were all dyed with a light golden color.
Jiao Lin followed Song Shunsheng out of the security door and was illuminated by the light, feeling a little drunk instantly.
Intention: Love must be brave