Light, the companion of justice...
Yao Ziyan simply could not understand what Luo Chuan was talking about.
Still, Luo Chuan often said all sorts of strange things in everyday life. She had more or less gotten used to it.
"You can become light too."
For some reason, Yao Ziyan found Luo Chuan's serious expression especially amusing. "Alright, alright, I get it."
She answered with a smile.
"But Luo Chuan, could you let go of my hand? It's a little uncomfortable."
Luo Chuan gave a light cough and calmly released her hand, showing not the slightest embarrassment.
Neither of them spoke again. They quietly looked at Steel City beneath the morning glow, soft light shining around them like statues standing tall.
"Spring has come."
After a long while, Luo Chuan spoke softly.
"Yeah, spring is here." Yao Ziyan lowered her head to look at the edge of the windowsill, where a tiny potted plant sat.
The early morning breeze still carried a trace of chill. Its emerald leaves swayed gently, and several tiny pinkish-white buds had already appeared at their tips.
Yao Ziyan lightly touched them with her finger. A crystal-clear dewdrop rolled into her palm, bringing a cool sensation.
Then she looked at Luo Chuan and, before he could react, pressed it directly against the back of his neck.
The sudden chill made Luo Chuan shudder. The culprit had already run off laughing, leaving behind only her clear, cheerful laughter.
"Don't run!"
"Haha, catch me first."
In the tranquil morning, the tables, chairs, and sofa all became obstacles in the way, while laughter echoed through the room.
"Stop fooling around, I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Yao Ziyan held a pillow in front of herself and apologized repeatedly, breathing lightly. Her fair, delicate face had also taken on a faint