He looked up and saw a crimson light flickering from under a big tree off to the side.
After taking a couple of steps forward, Yu Jingrong saw a man leaning against a tall camphor tree. His slender fingers held a cigarette. His handsome face was hidden within the shadow of the tree, a pair of deep, indifferent eyes were staring at her without any warmth. His cool aura and natural dominance made people instinctively want to submit themselves to him.
Why was he here? Was he also planning to leave early?
Lowering her gaze, Yu Jingrong noticed the man's long, straight legs under his black trousers.
She planned to just walk past him with her head down, pretending not to notice him standing there.
In the post-rain night, it was neither particularly cold nor hot, but there was a damp breeze.
