Today, she had her hair pulled up into a high ponytail, with round almond eyes whose corners seductively curved upward, and a white and rosy face that radiated youth and brightness.
She had seen herself, Zhou Jingwei knew.
Cheng Weiyue stopped in front of the black Volkswagen, halting in her tracks.
The young girl's gaze was very obedient, and such a docile look fell on his own face through the glass window.
Zhou Jingwei's heart softened again, and he rolled down the car window.
Cheng Weiyue saw Zhou Jingwei's face, somewhat weary yet not diminishing its enchanting allure.
The refined and elegant man said to her in the foggy early morning, "Yueyue, good morning."
Cheng Weiyue's hand that hung by her side tightened, and she hesitated before asking him, "Zhou Jingwei, what brings you here so early in the morning?"
"Nothing… just wanted to see you."
