She had come up just to say goodnight, yet she seemed a bit unsatisfied.
Liang Weining gently lifted her gaze, her curly eyelashes slightly upturned under the light, the peach red color drawn at the corner of her eyes added a few degrees of enchanting charm.
To cater to the program's effect, tonight's makeup vividly displayed the hidden charm of the girl.
At her age, there was an innocence and freshness that others in her age group could not replicate.
So much so, that to confirm the event from four years ago face to face, it seemed as if she mustered great courage to utter a few brief words from her lips.
Her sentence was filled with pauses, and even somewhat incoherent.
Chen Jingyuan's gaze fell quietly on the girl's face as he asked in a low voice, "How can you be sure it was me?"
She could not be 100% certain.
But still, Liang Weining said, "By intuition."
Even though, four years prior, there had been many people who went to Tanzhe Temple.
