On a late autumn morning, the faint warmth brought by the bright sunlight was easily swept away by the passing autumn breeze.
The wisps of delicate cirrus clouds in the sky remained utterly unmoved by the breeze on the ground. Only the yellow leaves on the trees lining the streets briefly traveled with the wind.
Facing the breeze, a boy and a girl, two silver-haired youths, walked side by side.
Today was the start of break at Mingdu Primary Spirit Tool Master Academy. Liu Xing and Firefly had gone out shopping together. Looking at Firefly's Dress, her slender bare arms, and the absolute territory between her over-the-knee white stockings and skirt hem, Liu Xing knew Firefly was not afraid of the cold, but he still could not help asking, "Are you cold?"
The moment he asked, Liu Xing regretted it. He felt a little foolish. He clearly knew Firefly was special, that she preferred cold weather and did not fear the cold, yet he still asked such a question.
A smile rested on Firefly's lips, her eyes curving into crescents. She brushed aside the hair before her forehead and said with a smile, "I'm fine."
She looked at what the passersby were wearing, then at her own Dress. It truly did not suit the late autumn season at all.
Firefly stopped and looked at Liu Xing. Pointing at her clothes, she asked, "Does it look good?"
Liu Xing was a little surprised that Firefly would ask him that.
He pointed at his eyes and smiled. "Look into my eyes. Other than the words 'looks good,' what else is there?"
Firefly's pretty face reddened, but she stared straight into Liu Xing's eyes without the slightest shyness. "Is that so? Let me take a closer look."
The two stopped in the middle