Wen Lingyue felt her heart crumple into a ball, wrinkled and aching.
She knew.
She had never even dared to hope for things that didn't belong to her.
The curtain of night flowed in the quiet space, and after the movie ended, the white light cast upon Zhao Hanchen's face.
He was truly handsome, with distinguished and elegant features. His phoenix eyes lightly lowered, suggesting an unfathomable depth of affection when he looked at others.
But where was there any depth of affection?
A keeper and a bird, talking about love was far too extravagant.
Wen Lingyue hid her emotions, her eyelashes trembling embarrassingly. She straightened her back, tilted her head up, and offered a kiss...
Country Y had no Spring Festival, but Li Zhao said that since he had come all this way, it shouldn't be too subdued.
Wen Lingyue was very obedient, not only to Zhao Hanchen but also to Li Zhao.
She said, "Then I'll prepare."
