"Huh?" Cheng Weiyue didn't understand.
"No need to grasp, my heart will make its way to you on its own."
He spoke with such earnestness, without a hint of falsehood.
Thus, these words, which might sound exaggerated from others, seemed incredibly credible coming from him.
The smile in Cheng Weiyue's eyes deepened bit by bit. She whispered softly, "Zhou Jingwei, what should I do then?"
"All you have to do is not despise me; that's enough," Zhou Jingwei said, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses calm and clear.
The couple had a simple dinner. Afterward, the moonlight melted into the dazzlingly jagged artificial lake in the lobby, shattering a ground full of frosty splendor.
The TV screen emitted a soft blue glow, broadcasting the news.
"In the coming days, our city will be hit by a strong cold front. Please take protective measures when going out," the broadcaster spoke with clear articulation.
