Get off work at six.
Zeng Keqin tidied her desk and walked out of the old office building. At first glance, she saw Jiang Shiyu leaning against his car.
He was looking down at his phone, his profile sharply defined. He wore a brown jacket over a white shirt, his earrings removed, his soft black hair falling to his ears. Without his usual flamboyance, he looked like a gentle senior from campus.
Zeng Keqin remembered the first time she saw him—dazzling blonde hair, an arrogant glare—a world away from the person now.
Jiang Shiyu heard her footsteps, looked up, put away his phone, and opened the passenger door.
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