The Square amidst the drizzle was filled with a dampness, its serenity akin to a deep well despite pigeons pecking away at their feed.
The middle-aged man squatted on slightly waterlogged stone slabs, elegantly breaking up a long loaf of bread and tossing the pieces among the wandering white pigeons. Some, already sated, ran up to him and affectionately rubbed against his trouser legs.
Tang Zheng wanted to take out his mobile phone to capture this picturesque scene, but in the end, he couldn't bear to disturb the cozy atmosphere.
The middle-aged man's gaze shifted towards Tang Zheng, he politely nodded in acknowledgment and continued feeding.
Tang Zheng finally saw his face.
Neither the weathering nor the wrinkles could mask the man's handsomeness. They only added a cultured charm. He always had a stern look, as if contemplating serious matters, exuding a meticulous solemnity. But the occasional smile that spilled from the corner of his mouth was stunning.
