It had been two years since then, but Li Qingcang's eyes had become so warm. His eyes were like a sunny spring breeze, and they made a person feel very comfortable.
When she had seen Li Qingcang in the supermarket earlier, he had been looking down, picking out a bag of dried mangos.
His eyes were so gentle. They were like miniature suns, shining with warm light.
At that moment, her eyes filled with tears.
She finally understood!
It wasn't that Li Qingcang was cold or that he kept to himself. It was because she wasn't the sun that could melt him.
"But you seem to have changed a lot. Your hair is shorter, and you seem a lot different!"
Yu Qinghuan's gaze landed on Ye Tianxin. She asked softly, "Is this your younger sister? She's so pretty!"
Li Qingcang made a sound of agreement. Then, he said, "Is there anything else? If not, we'll leave first!"
