Xuxu frowned. "Why? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Jiang Zhuoheng slightly lifted an eyebrow. "Aren't you inviting me into the room or going to ask me if I would like to join you?"
He would always feel better when he looked at her face.
Everyone said that time would wash away everything, including forgetting a person. But it was all a lie. Or perhaps it was only effective for 'patients' with 'mild symptoms'. As for himself, he should be beyond cure.
Even though they met in kindergarten or even if they haven't met each other in years, every time he saw her he would still feel the same way.
Just by the sight of her affected him, no matter how hard he tried to suppress himself.
Her every frown or a smile had become the deepest longing in his heart.
