Jiang Su's heart skipped a beat, and finally, his usually expressionless face showed a hint of emotion.
After what seemed like forever, he swallowed and turned to look at her.
The girl's expression was serious, her eyes shockingly bright in the dim light of the night. Her loose hair spread out on the rooftop; a few soft strands, swept by the night breeze, brushed over his neck.
They itched slightly and carried a faint fragrance.
Jiang Su gazed at her quietly without speaking.
With his back to the light, Lin Wei couldn't see his face clearly. Still, she could feel his intense gaze and it made her a little nervous, so she averted her eyes slightly.
Jiang Su remained silent, but Lin Wei could tell that he was still watching her.
She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she felt his gaze was more brazen than when they were looking at each other earlier.
