Outside, night had already fallen, and Pei Yu stepped into the dark, carrying a trace of fatigue in his brows and eyes from a business negotiation that had been far from easy.
Seeing Shen Zhiyi sprawled on the sofa looking his way, his brows and eyes softened, but as he drew closer, he frowned slightly.
He lifted his hand and gently touched her eyes with his fingertip, his tone slightly deep, "Have you been crying?"
The camera couldn't capture his face, but you could see the area below his chest. The comments instantly became chaotic, although the parties involved were completely unaware.
With winter having arrived, and the temperature dropping sharply these past days, he too carried a slight chill, especially in his fingers, which were several degrees colder than Shen Zhiyi's, who had been indoors the whole time. She shivered and recoiled a bit, "It was from filming a crying scene."
