Li Meirong dragged her feet across the garden leading to her home, to him. She took her time walking over, her stomach tightening and twisting with nervousness. A large part of her just wanted to flee again… to avoid handling her troubles for another day.
She felt as if, somehow, Zhu Qingyue held a strange sort of power over her heart. The closer she got to him, the more the thudding, treacherous organ began to beat erratically.
Though she was unwilling, she couldn't help but stare at him. The dark robe he wore contrasted with his pale features and bright eyes. His unparalleled appearance and long limbs also didn't suit the way he so casually leaned against the door, shoulders slumped and hands folded together.
