Bai Man raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears swirling around in her sockets.
When she looked at Shen Chi, however, a different kind of tenderness was in her eyes. She was like the willows in spring, soft and delicately beautiful, and like the river water of March, waves rippling gently.
Did he mean that he would talk to her father about their marriage tomorrow?
"Do I need to... prepare anything, or, say something to my dad?"
Like a bride-to-be, Bai Man's face flushed with a tinge of red, shy and restrained, yet slightly anxious.
"No need, I'll pick you up myself," he said.
Shen Chi left this remark behind and turned to leave the hall.
His hands buried in his pockets, he strode out with his long legs.
The sweater he wore made him seem more approachable, but his straight back exuded a coldness and aloofness.
Bai Man hurried after him on her heels, "Shen Chi, wait, I have something else to tell you."
