Her words made Si Zhengting pause.
She walked past him in her pajamas, a jacket over her shoulders. With nothing in her hands, she ran down the stairs.
The comfortable and roomy knitted pajamas that he had bought for her earlier billowed outwards as it followed her movements.
Her body seeming like a butterfly, it was as if she would fly away at any moment.
The fairness of her skin was accentuated by the white pajamas, where it seemed so fair that it was almost on the verge of disappearing.
At this moment, Si Zhengting made a move to grab hold of her, but he only managed to catch a corner of her pajamas. Before he could grip it firmly, the corner slipped through his hands.
That slight touch made his heart tremor.
His gaze followed her moving figure.
Her determined silhouette suddenly gave him the feeling he once had five years ago. The feeling that she was about to leave him.
