The bridge of his nose was high and proud, giving off an impression of determination and confidence.
His skin bore a healthy wheat complexion, a testament to the kisses of the sun.
Pei Zhiyao was dressed in a simple white shirt, with the collar slightly open, revealing a sense of casualness and rebellion.
A delicate watch adorned his wrist, highlighting his taste and style.
His fingers were long and strong, as if they held the power to control everything.
He gently stroked Wen Mian's hair, his fingers weaving through her strands like playing a beautiful sonata.
His voice was deep and magnetic, as if capable of bewitching the soul.
"Nothing is more important than your health. Work can wait, but you, I cannot afford to lose."
Wen Mian, upon hearing these words, felt a warm current surge through her heart. She looked up at Zhiyao, her eyes glistening with tears.
She knew that this man truly cherished her. His gaze always followed her, his heart always beat for her.
