Ye Chen's gaze was sullen and delicate to the extent that one could tell his emotions from his face.
He imagined the faces around him becoming Anya's perpetually smiling, yet innocent face.
Anya's face was even more innocent than Yun Ruoxi's face.
There was also a brilliance to Anya's face that Ruoxi's face lacked.
Ye Chen couldn't help but wonder if Cheng Anya was with him right here and then, how would she look? He had seen enough of her signature smile.
"Chen…" A delicate voice pulled Ye Chen out of his sweet fantasy. Like cold water, Ye Chen's fantasies were soon extinguished.
Ye Chen crawled up from next to Yun Ruoxi, his clothes slightly messy. He walked up to the window with a blank expression, looking at the vibrant lights outside indifferently.
What happened to him?
How did he even start to think about Cheng Anya?
