The next morning, Ji Mo arrived as promised.
Just as he reached the base of Ye Qiao's Lanting Apartment building, he spotted a figure in a bright yellow T-shirt standing outside her apartment door, waving at him from a distance.
He parked the car in front of the entrance, and Ye Qiao had already run down the steps, knocking on the window on the driver's side.
Ji Mo got out of the car, and immediately, a faint fragrance hit his nose—it was a light citrus scent that irresistibly reminded him of lemon soda glittering under the summer beach sun.
Her long hair was loosely tied into a bun on top of her head, and the girl obviously had makeup on. Had it not been for the slight scabbing at the corners of her mouth, one could hardly tell she had just faced major ups and downs in life yesterday.
"What's up?!" Ye Qiao looked herself up and down, "Is there something wrong with how I'm dressed?"
