Weisheng Yueren's somewhat gloomy aura instantly vanished, and he took big strides toward the sunlit figure, chasing after her silhouette, his lips forming an arc of a smile. At this moment, that smile didn't seem out of place at all; it was stunningly beautiful. This was the scene that Qinghe turned around to see.
The person seemed to have heard something, glanced back, and then turned to look at her again. Indeed, to return her smile with charm, it was the first time she realized this phrase could also be used to describe a man.
Qinghe could tell that this man was truly smiling, not the kind that was stiff and forced at the corners of his mouth, but one that came from his heart. He truly deserved to be called bewitching.
She didn't understand. Was this man happy? Just because of going to an amusement park, he was easily pleased and had peculiar tastes.
