There were several photos, one of Ye Liangyan and a boy walking with their legs tied together, another where Ye Liangyan and the boy walked under the same balloon, and yet another where she almost fell and the boy happened to catch her...
The girl in the photos smiled gently and a bit shyly, while the boy looked at her with concentration and seriousness, the depth of his feelings clearly visible.
Jiang Yutang's gaze fell on Ye Liangyan's face, her lips curved slightly upwards in a happy and relaxed smile, utterly unguarded, yet carrying the most touching tenderness.
Unconsciously, his fingers touched the computer screen, gently stroking her cheek.
The corners of his mouth curled slightly in a somewhat helpless manner, yet also with a feeling that even he found hard to discern, gradually fermenting at the bottom of his heart.
What should he do with this girl?
