Nie Guangyi's disappointment didn't last long.
He was quickly captured by the expressions on the girl's face.
It was not the first time Nie Guangyi had stared at the girl so intently, but it was the first time since he came back that he saw her unrestrained and lively smile.
From the airport, to Zong Guang's home, and then to the RV, the girl had always been shrouded in a layer of gauze topped with a wisp of cloud.
With the mystery of the gauze, it was unclear whether it was a white or a dark cloud.
But now, the girl's face was bursting with joy.
Like the moon hanging in the sky, like the morning sun dissipating the remnants of winter clouds.
Nie Guangyi suddenly had a little thought—[My girl, oh my girl, when can I paint a portrait of you?]
They say when the facial features are good individually but a disaster together.
Why isn't it the case with the girl?
Her eyes, bright as stars, twinkled with lively light.
