C923 The Atmosphere on the Deck

Han Ruo stood on the deck, wearing sunglasses, looking at the endless coastline, her hair neatly tied into a bun. A few strands of hair were also blown off by the wind, flying close to her fair face. Inexplicably, it had a delicate and lovely taste.

Han Ruo was wearing very low-profile and simple clothes today. She just put on some light makeup and wore a white t-shirt and jeans