Ming Ge was the first to look away, her fingers uncontrollably picking at the second button of the man's shirt.
The button was shaped like an Ancient Copper Coin, exquisitely crafted and vintage, such that a single button was probably worth an ordinary person's monthly wage.
As she fiddled with the shirt button, she coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Gong, don't you think…"
Gong Yeyan lowered his eyes to look at her.
The girl's originally delicate and fair fingers were marred with irregular, jagged scars from sharp objects, after the blood traces had dried.
He furrowed his brows.
"What?"
Ming Ge suddenly let out a "pfft" of laughter, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at him, seeking agreement, "Doesn't this… seem a bit like a scene from an idol drama?"
"…"
