Lin Shiyu's watery eyes met with Fu Qinglun's.
Tears dewed her lashes, and they fluttered just like butterfly wings. Her heart stopped pumping for a moment, she looked at him in a daze.
She thought that he had left.
She hadn't expected him to turn back.
Somehow, he had seen her amongst the crowd.
…
Fu Qinglun stopped, turning back to look at the lithe figure among the crowd. A black face veil covered her face, only revealing those lustrous eyes of hers.
She looked at him with teary eyes, making him feel a twinge in his heart.
Who was she?
Why did he stop?
He had no idea why, but at the instant, it felt as though someone called him from behind—-Hey, Fu Qinglun!
He strode towards her.
Someone tugged on his sleeve. "Mr Smithson, where are you going?"
Fu Qinglun stopped, regaining his rationality. Wait, what was he doing?
