Ding Yi was wearing a cream-colored loose cashmere sweater inside, paired with a dark gray pleated long skirt. She draped an oatmeal-colored long coat outside, and her scarf had a color somewhere between bean paste and rose—loosely worn, it revealed a small section of fair collarbone.
The outfit wasn't showy, but like every other piece of clothing Zhou Wang had seen her in, it suited her perfectly.
She was like a ripe berry hanging with morning dew in the midst of autumn and winter; you want to approach this beauty, yet fear destroying it.
Zhou Wang didn't know why, but every time after a period without seeing Ding Yi, he was always easily awed by her.
At this moment, Zhou Wang couldn't quite figure out whether he was more surprised by Ding Yi's appearance here or more awestruck by her peerless beauty...
"Hey, hey, wake up, you're not dreaming; it really is me!"
Seeing Zhou Wang suddenly rendered speechless, Ding Yi waved her fair hand in front of him.
