Xu Junxi was wearing a thin white sweater and a dark coffee colored windbreaker today. He was handsome and smart, and matched Ning Yao's Korean-inspired outfit of a light yellow woolen overcoat. They looked like a match made in heaven when standing beside each other.
Ning Qing saw that Xu Junxi was holding Ning Yao's small hand with his own while putting the other hand around her petite shoulders and half embracing her. "You'd caught a cold in the States the other day. Are you feeling better? Did you get car sick just now?"
Ning Qing suddenly wanted to laugh. Xu Junxi's movements were very cautious, as his expression was full of tenderness and love. Even his voice was as soft and tender as the spring breeze in March. Ning Yao was the apple of his eye, his darling.
What is she to him?
She hadn't seen Xu Junxi look so tender for three whole years, and now he'd given all his tenderness to another woman.
