His black suit, upright posture, and imperial charisma. The dim street lamp light shadowed his face; it was a stunning face, but there was not a hint of expression on it.
Several passersby couldn't help but cast sidelong glances at him.
As if sensing that someone was watching him from above, he raised his head slightly, and immediately met Qin Yin's gaze.
His gaze was deep, with a touch of indifference and scrutiny, and a bit of carelessness.
All of a sudden, he smiled at Qin Yin, his smile was like a flower blooming on the edge of a cliff, beautiful but extremely dangerous. He glanced at his watch as if he was saying, "You don't have much time left. If you don't come down, I will come up."
Qin Yin stood on the balcony, grinding her teeth, still holding a pair of chopsticks in her hand, clenching them in her mouth, and blinked at Nan Sichen downstairs.
Could she just pretend she didn't see him…?
