Seeing the faint glimmer in the depths of his eyes, which resembled the stars in the sky, Xiang Wan was stunned for a moment, "That is... Why?"
Zuo Xingyun didn't answer, but simply reached out and gently tousled her hair, "Goodnight. I'm off."
Watching his car disappear into the endless night, Xiang Wan stood still, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
The night breeze lifted the hem of her pure white dress and also took away the warmth Zuo Xingyun had left on top of her head.
Much later, she bent down to pick up Nianniian and murmured to it, "Isn't it all for the sake of painting? Still saying it's not, liar..."
The next morning.
Uncle Yuan was waiting early at the gate, having prepared the car in advance.
Xiang Wan was confused, "Uncle Yuan, what's this for?"
