Daisy Zane had never been in the habit of looking out through the cat-eye, but today, her hand on the doorknob, she paused and glanced out through it.
Then she saw a familiar face.
She didn't notice it herself, but the speed at which she opened the door was a bit faster than usual.
The room door opened, and Kevin Clark stood outside, wearing black suit pants and a shirt. The top button of the shirt was undone.
Above that, vermilion thin lips, a delicate nose tip, a high-bridged nose, narrow and elongated eyes, profound and enchanting, filled with a gentle smile.
His hair was also a little shorter than the last time they met, probably just trimmed. The hair on the right side could just cover a little bit of his eyebrow tail.
"What? Don't you recognize me after not seeing me for more than half a month?" Kevin Clark raised his hand and touched her face.
Daisy's eyelashes trembled, "Why are you back? Weren't there a few more days to go?"
