Yin Han Sou started the vehicle, and with a twist of her right hand, the electric scooter glided forward lightly.
Xiao Chen’s scooter wasn’t too heavy—it should be quite easy to handle.
“Yun Hui, get on.”
Yun Hui took a pair of earphones from her bag, put them on, and hurriedly climbed onto the back seat.
Feeling the scooter’s weight increase, Yin Han Sou turned to look at Yun Hui: “Sit properly, and don’t sway around, understand?”
Yun Hui lowered her head: “Understood.”
“Hands.”
Yun Hui squinted her barely open eyes: “What about my hands? Is there something on them?”
Ms. Yin tapped Yun Hui’s head: “Hold me tight. You don’t even have the most basic sense of safety.”
“Oh…” Yun Hui wrapped her small hands around her sister’s waist and gently rested her head against her back.
Only after making sure the little one behind her was holding on tightly did Yin Han Sou start the scooter again.
The cold wind on the road was bitingly chilly against her face, but Yun Hui’s soft body behind her kept her warm, like a supportive companion behind a powerful spellcaster in a TV drama.
This scooter was smaller than all her other vehicles, yet warmer than any of them.
If her friends saw her, they would surely tease: “The ever-impeccable President Yin, how did you become so down-to-earth?”
“Sister!” Yun Hui shouted loudly, but her voice was instantly swallowed by the rushing wind.
Yin Han Sou frowned as she stared ahead—a traffic light.
The dark electric scooter stopped at the intersection.
“Are you cold?” Yun Hui asked, eyes closed as she pressed against her back.
Ms. Yin feigned composure: “Not cold.”
In truth, the morning wind didn’t just chill her skin—it seeped into her bones. For the sake of her dignity, she chose to endure it.
Just as President Yin was about to speak to the person behind her, a convertible sports car pulled up beside them. The man in the passenger seat leaned his arm against the window and whistled at them.
Yin Han Sou chuckled inwardly.
These two were even more extreme. She was nearly frozen stiff on her electric scooter, yet these two were out joyriding in short sleeves in the early morning. Were they out of their minds?
Ten seconds left on the countdown.
Yin Han Sou ignored the gazes of the two beside her and glanced in the rearview mirror—Yun Hui had her eyes closed, listening to music. She probably hadn’t noticed them.
As soon as the red light turned green, Yin Han Sou was about to start the scooter when the sports car beside her roared and shot forward several meters. The man in the passenger seat’s hair flew backward in the wind, looking just like an open rice cooker.
“Sister…”
A soft voice came from behind.
Yin Han Sou slowed down, listening carefully to Yun Hui’s voice: “What is it, Yun Hui?”
“I suddenly feel like this moment is so beautiful,” she said, opening her eyes. Ahead of the scooter, a faint light was gradually emerging, as if they were about to ride into a place light-years away.
A few fallen leaves brushed against the windshield under her helmet. “I think Yun Hui is the most beautiful.”
Yun Hui pursed her lips and looked into the rearview mirror, smiling brightly at Yin Han Sou: “Did you learn that cheesy line online, sister?”
Her little tiger teeth peeked in and out at the corners of her lips, making her look adorably childish.
Yin Han Sou glanced at the rearview mirror: “It came from the heart.”
Seeing Yin Han Sou’s earnest expression, Yun Hui’s smile widened even more. She savored the moment for a while before bursting into laughter: “Sister, you’re so cute today, hahaha!”
If you say I’m cute, then I’m cute. I won’t argue.
Yin Han Sou was infected by her laughter, and a genuine smile appeared on her face—a sight unseen for centuries.
This big CEO Yin’s heart is about to be melted by little Yun Hui.
Arriving at the seaside, Yin Han Sou carried Yun Hui down the embankment.
The sea by Haicheng is called Mian Sea.
The morning tide had receded to the other side, leaving only a stretch of tidal flats along the Mian Sea coast.
In the azure sky, large white clouds drifted faintly into view.
They sat on the stone embankment built along the shore, quietly watching the sea surface shimmering with faint light.
“I feel like it’s very quiet right now—not the environment, but the two of us inside,” Yun Hui gazed at the faint red hues rippling on the sea surface.
Yin Han Sou smoothed her hair: “It is quiet. Yun Hui, look at the sunrise on the horizon—doesn’t it look like your little face, always blushing uncontrollably?”
Yun Hui lowered her head as the sea breeze gently combed through her hair: “Then I’m a little sun too.”
Yin Han Sou stretched out her hand, the moist sea breeze flowing through her fingers: “It’s quite nice to wake up early and feel the sea breeze.”
Yun Hui shook her head: “Sister, haven’t you heard? Sea breeze makes women age faster!”
“Wouldn’t aging a bit mean we could get married sooner?”
Such… such a clever scheme!
Yun Hui blushed, her eyes instinctively turning toward her. At this moment, she didn’t want to say anything, just leaned her head against Yin Han Sou’s shoulder.
“Yun Hui, there’s a legend in Haicheng: if two people watch the sunrise together by Mian Sea, they’ll stay together forever.”
Yin Han Sou reached out with her left hand to pinch Yun Hui’s cheek: “If you don’t want to walk this path, close your eyes. That way, your little sun won’t see you.”
Yun Hui’s half-closed eyes suddenly widened: “Th-that won’t do! I want Yin Han Sou! I could never find another bargain sister like you!”
In the distance, a small island stood in the sea, with many seagulls flying around. They rose and fell over the vast tidal flats, searching for food on the surface.
“I’ve noticed, sister, you’re quite romantic.”
Yin Han Sou took Yun Hui’s hand and led her down the stone embankment.
“Such a beautiful place—shouldn’t we take some photos to remember it?”
Yun Hui blushed and took out her phone: “I’ll take them!”
But as soon as she opened her phone, the photo of Yin Han Zhu in the album appeared prominently in the bottom left corner.
So conspicuous!
……
Yin Han Sou pursed her lips: “Do you really like this one? My unflattering photo.”
Yun Hui didn’t want to delete it—it was just too amusing!
“Y-yes.”
Yin Han Sou didn’t insist: “Then keep it.”
Yun Hui smiled brightly at Ms. Yin, who was thoughtfully tucking her hair behind her ear.
Then, standing on her tiptoes, she planted a light kiss on her beloved: “Then Yun Hui rewards you with a kiss! Good deal, right?”
Ms. Yin’s eyes sparkled with amusement—this little Yun Hui was getting more and more clever.
“Sister! Lower your leg a bit! It’s too high!”
She held up her phone, trying to fit both of them into the frame.
Ms. Yin reluctantly lowered her posture: “How about this?”
“Almost! Listen to me! Three… two… one… cheese!”
Click!
The phone captured a photo of the two of them. Yun Hui was very satisfied with this picture because, in it, her sister seemed even a little shorter than her!
Yin Han Sou didn’t pay much attention to the photo. Instead, she turned her gaze to the sea surface—the tide was returning, and within minutes, a layer of seawater had gathered over the tidal flats.
The sea breeze swept through their hair, as if blessed by the wind god of mythology.
“Yun Hui, come here.”
Yin Han Sou walked a few steps forward, taking off her shoes and stepping into the seawater. Strangely, the morning sea was not as cold as she had imagined; instead, it felt somewhat warm.
Yun Hui took off her shoes and ran toward Yin Han Sou.
Along the way, the sound of splashing water echoed intermittently.
At this moment, the sun rose, casting a beam of light from the distant sea toward the coastal city.
Its faint red glow, mingling with the clouds in the sky, exuded tenderness.
Ms. Yin’s hair was illuminated, leaving an orange-red outline. Her eyes reflected the sunrise as she spoke in a gentle tone, “Yun Hui, give me a hug.”
With a deep smile, Yun Hui threw herself into her arms, the light also shining on her face.
They kissed at dawn and embraced under the rising sun.
It was as though the entire “day” was their celebrant, spreading their love far and wide.
“Is it beautiful, dear Yun Hui?” Yin Han Sou lowered her gaze slightly to look at Yun Hui.
Softly, she replied, “Beautiful! But not as beautiful as you, sister!”
“Did you learn that from the internet?”
“No!”
“Then where did you copy it from?”
“I stole it from your lips!”
Yin Han Sou gently pinched Yun Hui’s waist. “Smooth talker.”
Yun Hui chuckled, burying her face in her dear sister’s embrace.