The sensation of guilt was overwhelming, Ji Anning bit her lip, suppressing the nervousness in her heart, peeping through the slightly opened crack towards the neighboring balcony.
The lights were bright, and the man, wearing a bathrobe, leaned on the railing, holding a wine glass in one hand, his gaze fixed towards her direction. Under the enhancement of the light, his deep eyes shone like obsidian, glistening brightly.
Ji Anning held her breath, her hand that was lifting the curtain couldn't resist gripping it tightly, and it was a long while before she turned around to lean on the wall, lifting her head for a deep breath.
Then, after her emotions had settled, she dared to pull back the curtain again, this time boldly looking at him.
Even... even with a trace of hope, hoping he would notice her, realize that she was also watching him all along.
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