Chen Yiran's eyes, as black and shining as polished jade, were fixed intently on the person in front of her.
Her once pink and rosy cheeks had become a little pale due to illness. Her once plump cheeks had become thin due to the stress of studying hard in her final year of high school. Her petite chin had become sharper, which in turn made her lively and moist eyes appear even bigger.
At this moment, she was blinking, looking at him with a plaintive expression. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a startled deer, invoking an instinctual sense of sympathy from within.
Chen Yiran, who had been gripping her arm, finally let go, and instead gently pinched her petite chin, then slightly leaned down to press his lips against hers.
Tianxin's eyes widened as she saw Chen Yiran's handsome face drawing closer and closer, then felt a warm, soft feeling passing from his lips.
