She bent down. "Zhuoqian…"
Su Zhuoqian put down his glass and smelled the familiar fragrance of Chinese herbs on the tip of his nose. He raised his head and looked into Qiao Weiyang's eyes.
"I'm back," she whispered.
He smiled, but the darkness in his eyes intensified. He just looked at her steadily without moving or saying anything.
Qiao Weiyang reached out and placed her hand on his eyebrows, smoothing them out.
Her fingers were slightly cold as they brushed past the peak of his eyebrows. His tightly furrowed brows did not relax. Instead, they tightened.
"Let's go home first." Qiao Weiyang reached out and held his hand.
Home? Su Zhuoqian stood up obediently.
Qiao Weiyang pulled him out. Su Zhuoqian followed her out step by step.
He was drunk and looked at many things with a faint halo. It was the same with her body.
