Warm water trickled down Bai Wei's throat and into her stomach, where she felt a warmth rising slowly from her abdomen. The warmth that the wind had carried away returned, or one might say, the warmth in her heart had come back.
Using the act of drinking water as a pretext, she observed Luo Qinghe. Today, Luo Qinghe was still immaculately in tune with Bai Wei's aesthetics, his slightly curled hair casually draped over his shoulders, his lips framed by a fine circle of stubble, giving him a literary appearance.
Under the glow of the light, Luo Qinghe's eyes seemed to have a hint of dark green, which, combined with his deep-set eyes, tall nose bridge, and lips as thin as a blade, made him incredibly charming. One glance was enough to make him unforgettable.
