Just to take a look, that's all.
The study room was in chaos, Wen Lingyue stood at the doorway, watching as a man sat on the ground surrounded by scattered letters.
He was drunk, very drunk, his cheeks flushed with an unnatural red, his eyes threaded with dense, matted veins.
He saw Wen Lingyue standing at the doorway, smiled, and called out to her, "Yueyue."
Zhao Hanchen had only called her "Yueyue" once before, during their first encounter, when she, a girl earning hourly wages by running errands for teachers as part of a work-study program, met the man surrounded by a crowd.
How dazzling was Zhao Hanchen?
Wen Lingyue thought, if she really must describe it, it would be "a love for a thousand years at first sight."
The man's appearance was outstanding, unforgettable at a glance. He was surrounded by people with foreign faces, yet his sculpted features lost nothing in comparison, and even his height was a bit taller than the others.
