Every time Jiang Jinyan gazed at flowers—both here and the cherry blossom trees outside—he would bear this kind of gaze. Joy, tenderness with a hint of sadness and yearning.
He turned to her, and all of those deep emotions dissipated like mere delusions. His eyes curved ever so slightly and the corner of his lips gently lifted. In one glance, it wouldn't look like he was smiling. Only when one stared fixedly into those eyes of his could one catch a hint of smile that was hidden too deeply within. It really made one wonder how strong of an armor he built to cover himself.
Something inside Shi Nian's heart stirred along with those profound thoughts.
