Xia Wanyuan looked out of the window. On the roof opposite, Jun Shiling had rolled up his sleeves and was repairing the roof. The morning sun rose behind him, making him look like he was plated with a layer of golden light.
They were clearly so far apart, but Jun Shiling still instinctively noticed Xia Wanyuan's gaze on him. He glanced at Xia Wanyuan and a smile instantly appeared in his eyes.
Jun Shiling was dirty when he came last night. One could only tell that he had an extraordinary temperament. After a night of recuperation, Jun Shiling had specially tidied himself up in the morning.
Even though Jun Shiling was wearing the simplest linen clothes, it reminded one of a poem.
The pines were as green as jade, and the men were unique.
At this moment, Xia Wanyuan was still sixteen. Even though she was mature, she could not withstand such a gaze. She closed the window and covered Jun Shiling's gaze.
