Mu Yan looked at the slightly raised corners of his peach blossom eyes and knew she'd been tricked.
She said angrily, "Leave if you want."
Jiang Jingheng came over and kissed her, saying, "I'm not going anywhere, not even if I die. I've already given you my heart and soul, where else could I go?"
Mu Yan saw the deep affection in his brows and eyes, her face warmed a little, and she stopped bickering with him.
That night, Jiang Jingheng took Mu Yan out for dinner. This wasn't in China, so there weren't that many surveillance cameras, and the two of them walked hand in hand along the roadside.
Every now and then, piano and violin music drifted out from a restaurant, sounding especially pleasant in the quiet night.
There just happened to be a mall by the road. Mu Yan remembered she still hadn't bought gifts for her friends this trip, so she dragged Jiang Jingheng inside.
Clothes, jewelry, bags—girls never feel like they have too many.
