Tang Ying was as beautiful as ever, her attention focused on the newspaper in her hands. Even when Zhang Ziwen walked up to her, she seemed not to notice. But it seemed like she had, because Zhang Ziwen noticed a slight tremor in the hand holding the newspaper. She must have felt him, smelled his familiar scent, and perhaps even heard the sound of his upbeat heartbeats.
She gently put down the newspaper, her beautiful eyes turned towards Zhang Ziwen. In that instant, a hint of brightness, almost imperceptible, flickered across her charming eyes. The young man in front of her always brought her a fresh feeling. He looked really handsome today. Under his fervent gaze, her stunning face turned slight red, incredibly beautiful. She couldn't maintain her usual calm facade in front of him. In his presence, her heart started beating uncontrollably, refusing to be masked.
