Zhou Yuhuai got up especially early to wait for Wen Sheng in the apartment lobby, not expecting to see that man.
They walked out of the elevator hand in hand, laughing and talking, indistinguishable from any other couple deeply in love.
The man tenderly fixed Wen Sheng's clothes, his gaze fixed on her and never wandering away. The aloofness and pride that used to make him seem above the rest of the world had vanished without a trace.
Zhou Yuhuai's heart suddenly felt as if it had been pricked, and his hands by his sides involuntarily clenched into fists.
He had never seen Wen Sheng with such a sweet and brilliant smile before, her eyebrows curved, her eyes sparkling, gentle enough to melt all the living things in the world.
Even though this time when he returned to the country, Zhou Yuhuai had become Wen Sheng's direct boss, most of their interactions were about work. She was always polite and maintained the same social distance as she did with others.
