The tall and elegant man's eyes were red-rimmed, shining with a bright, burning luster, as he gazed steadily at her without blinking.
Mo Qiansu's feet felt as though they were filled with lead, rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Their eyes met, and the world seemed to fall silent in an instant.
She hadn't anticipated encountering Jing Chen in Paris…
After a separation of four years, seeing the man who, aside from her father, had treated her the kindest during those past years, in this foreign land… stirred a blend of complex emotions in her heart.
As Mo Qiansu looked at Jing Chen, her eyes reddened and grew hotter by the moment.
The memories of the past surged toward her like a flooding tide.
"Qiansu, what's wrong?"
The staff at JY, seeing Mo Qiansu standing motionless at the entrance to the lobby, asked curiously. They followed her gaze, and when they saw the handsome and noble man approaching, they paused in shock.
