He always wore a demeanor of gentle refinement, though he had a face that invited romantic attention, he remained politely detached, save for that one resolute act for the woman he loved.
But it was his warmth that she loved, his elegance that she adored, and she plunged headfirst into his vortex, unable to extricate herself.
"Oh," she heard herself respond foolishly, her loneliness seeping through the phone. At that moment, her heart felt ice-cold, as did her hand holding the phone, forgetting to feign strength.
"What's wrong?" the other side asked with a laugh, his voice hearty, "The invincible Su Lingyu toppled while tap dancing, did she? Even your voice lacks energy. Don't worry, I'll treat you double next time, even to a movie if you like, how's that?"
