His deep eyes held steadiness and calm, and there was an unchanging depth between his brows when he frowned.
The moment Zhou Ran drew near him, she was reminded of the first time they met.
It was a foggy winter morning, with a white blur covering everything.
She was hurrying with her books to the library to study and review, as the final exams were approaching.
But unintentionally, she bumped into someone.
Yes, that person was Shen Cexian.
Their meeting was nothing more than a clichéd beginning...
Only, what followed did not stick to the expected script.
Books scattered all over the ground, and as he apologized he bent down to help her pick them up, one by one.
That moment when she was close to him was just like now.
His brows and eyes deep, his dark eyes profound, and his handsome lips slightly curved.
The mist clung to his long, black eyelashes, and with each blink, it seemed as if the tiny droplets would fall.
