The initial spring's night wind gently flowed past.
It was not as unbridled as the wind in winter, yet still sharp like a knife.
Standing outside the shimmering hotel, Ye Jiajia's figure was thin, and the light and cold wind brushed past her face.
With a lift of her slender hand, now icy from the wind, she swept her hair behind her ears.
It revealed a face even clearer and more delicate, and that noticeable black mole by her ear fell under Gu Xu's gaze once again.
Somehow, he found that mole by her ear very attractive.
"Get in the car before you catch a cold," Gu Xu opened a Maybach's door. His gentleman-like smile landed on her, hinting for her to get in the car.
Only then did she carefully sit in her car after brushing aside hair from the corner of her ear again.
In truth, she was already having cold symptoms, with a severe sore throat for the past two days and her cold symptom's prelude getting stronger.
