The silly girl is not only beautiful and spirited, but she also brings to mind memories of someone he once missed.
Old Master Ye's eyes were slightly narrowed, as if overlaying the beautiful image before him with a shadow from his memory, like a puppet silhouette.
Is someone watching me?
Shen Jiayin's delicate fingertips paused slightly on her hair ends, first secretly lifting her eyes, glancing sideways.
Old Master Ye had already closed his eyelids when her movements changed, appearing to be asleep the entire time.
With a gentle look of confusion, she turned her head back to gaze out the window.
The wind, mixed with snow pellets, pelted against the window, leaving traces on the glass surface like river water, creating a sense of romance amidst desolation.
They were separated by a window, gazing into each other's eyes.
After her dark, sparkling eyes turned, she was stunned.
