"Luoluo, I don't feel like eating dinner, just go ahead without me," Jian Qing said without lifting her head, thinking it was Jian Luo who had come in to call her for dinner.
Quan Jingwu's violet eyes deepened, his feet as if leaden, unable to take a step.
Having not heard any movement behind her for a long time, Jian Qing lifted her head in confusion and met the reflection of a figure in the floor-to-ceiling window, her gaze pausing briefly.
She turned her head, her pearly feet touching the icy floor.
The moment she looked up and inadvertently caught the man's profound violet eyes, Jian Qing was momentarily mesmerized.
Without a doubt, the man before her was Quan Jingwu, whom Jian Luo and others had spoken of.
Because during the flight, she had already checked on her phone.
The two stood facing each other, merely a few steps apart, yet it felt as if they were separated by an entire galaxy, unapproachably distant.
