Sheng Sheng curved his lips, his voice gentle as water, as he carried Maimai on his back. He heard her heavy breaths, guessing she must be extremely tired.
The night breeze was cool. Looking at the girl beside him, Sheng Sheng curved his lips and smiled enchantingly.
On his face was the kind of gentle tenderness that was beyond soft.
Sheng Sheng placed Maimai in the car, glanced at the sky, and murmured to himself, "Maimai, I will take you to see the most beautiful sunrise."
He withheld a layer of smile, and the car sped away, a horn breaking the morning's tranquility.
An hour passed, and the sky grew brighter.
Sheng Sheng held the sleeping Maimai, arriving at the seaside. The sea breeze blew gently, slightly cool, yet extraordinarily fresh.
The dawn sun to the east was about to break, and the horizon was tinged with milky white clouds.
