"Ah, you're finally back." Zhiyan's eyes lit up, and she hurled herself excitedly at someone, still finding the icy beauty easy on the eyes.
"Naughty again," Ming Yihan bent down and naturally caught Zhiyan who had thrown herself at him, his gaze softened, and his voice couldn't help but carry a hint of doting.
"Not at all!" Zhiyan stuck out her tongue and wrapped her arms dominantly around his neck, her delicate and smooth face instantly blossoming into a resplendent smile as beautiful as spring flowers, beyond compare.
Ming Yihan's heart unexpectedly tightened; he had seen all the vicissitudes of life, yet none were as shocking as this smile.
"You may leave," he said coldly, turning his gaze to Qianhe (the boy) who was standing to the side, and with that command, only he and Zhiyan were left in the room.
