Zhuo Yuqing came out of the restroom and saw Bai Chengxi standing in the corridor on the phone. His back was to her, a lit cigarette held between his long fingers, smoking and listening to the person on the other end of the line.
His figure was slender, his features distinct. Standing under the corridor light, he seemed enveloped in a layer of golden light, his dazzling presence impossible to look away from.
When Zhuo Yuqing was still in school, she loved reading comics, idolizing those handsome guys who were both beautiful and tall. Now, a man who seemed to have stepped out of her imagination was actually her husband; thinking about it all felt so unreal, yet nearly perfect.
Zhuo Yuqing didn't rush over, instead, she waited for Bai Chengxi to hang up the phone before approaching him softly, "Are you guys done playing?"
