Whenever Qiao Xiaon'an thought about Amo, with his cool yet strikingly handsome and elegant face, her heart would flutter uncontrollably. She hadn't seen her Amo for the entire day and wondered how his day was.
The darkness of night had quietly covered D City, accompanied by a faintly cool breeze.
Lu Yichen vividly observed her - the way the breeze played with her loose hair, the deep dimple, and the smile of joy, that emerged on her cheek.
Curiously, he asked, "Qiaoqiao, what's making you so happy?"
Qiao Xiaon'an brushed away the hair from her forehead, "Nothing really, I'm just happy. You drop Jiajia off, I'll take a cab."
