Her light-as-feather words, neither too heavy nor too light, were crushed onto the tip of his heart.
Making that heart, already on the brink of collapse, even more tense.
The road was broad and the traffic was sparse.
The hand holding the steering wheel displayed a slight tremble, quickly fading into obscurity.
The girl beside him held his glasses in her hands, a faint smile on her lips. It was challenging to decipher what she was thinking.
From Jiang Ruan's perspective, she could see his thick eyelashes trembling. It felt as if they were lightly scratching her heart, an indescribable tingling spread through her entire body.
The man looked at her askew. staring at him at such a close distance, without the barrier of his glasses, the dim light in the car made the contour of his beautiful phoenix eyes even more profound. The eyelashes were like dense ink, as if an upward eye-line had been drawn, enigmatic and somehow wicked.
