Nie Guangyi was mesmerized by Meng Xin Zhi's smile.
This smile was different from the one he had seen on her before.
When they first met, Meng Xin Zhi gave him the impression of drinking morning dew from magnolia flowers and dining on the fallen petals of autumn chrysanthemums, pure and simple like the Jiūqiū zhī Jú.
Meng Xin Zhi at that time exuded a sense of distance.
Nie Guangyi himself could also give people a sense of distance.
But one kind of distance is different from another.
Meng Xin Zhi's kind was to be admired from afar but not to be trifled with.
Nie Guangyi's kind was to have one's eyes on top of one's head.
All these were first impressions.
At this moment, just in an instant, Nie Guangyi suddenly saw a full-bodied liveliness in Meng Xin Zhi.
A lively modern girl, no longer pure and distant.
Nie Guangyi felt sincerely happy because of the girl's smile.
[Your happiness is my happiness.]
Such a feeling is quite terrifying!
