The girl noticed his gaze. Looking down, she said with a smile,
"This is the gift you gave me, Xiangyang. Do you still remember?"
"You've been wearing it all this time," he remarked.
"Of course. Actually, I was thinking of putting these shoes in a box and keeping them as a treasure, since they were the first gift you ever gave me."
Zhu Qingyue sat down on the sofa opposite them, propping her chin with one hand, her eyes smiling.
"But then I thought, shoes are meant to be worn. Keeping them on high shelves would seem strange, and also..."
The short-haired girl's eyes shone brightly in the dim view, as she looked at him quietly, as if he was the only one in her world. The sparkling light in her deep pupils made Xu Xiangyang's heart skip a beat.
The darkness made the room suddenly feel smaller, and the moistness between Miss Qingyue's lips was captivating.
"If these shoes get dirty, I can just ask you to help me buy another pair, right?"
