Cheng Ziyang sat there quietly, as gentle and elegant as ever. The sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting across his body. Although it was warm, he seemed isolated in solitude.
Dong Xin Yan paused for a moment, feeling so heavy that she could hardly move. She clenched her hands by her sides lightly, then slowly lifted her feet and walked over one step at a time.
"You're here."
As Dong Xin Yan approached, Cheng Ziyang looked up, his gaze soft and gentle, with even a slight smile on his lips.
Dong Xin Yan's heart momentarily stopped, her hands unconsciously clutching the bag in front of her, her throat seemed blocked, and she couldn't make a sound, only nodding slowly.
Cheng Ziyang stood up, considerately pulling out a chair for her, "Have a seat."
"Thank you."
Cheng Ziyang's movements seemed a bit stiff too, but he quickly returned to normal. He sat down and pushed the ginger tea on the table towards her, "I ordered it for you, drink it while it's hot."
