Yuran hadn't had the chance to answer when she caught sight, through the gap between Austin's shoulders and neck, of Bo Yan looking their way from not too far off. Wearing gold-framed glasses and a suit, his hair slightly messy and his makeup making an effect, the whole person appeared gentle and refined. Their eyes met, Bo Yan curved his lips into a smile, saying some compliment that Yuran couldn't make out.
She averted her gaze, refusing to look at him.
It should be illegal, looking so good for no reason.
Like a radar, Austin picked up on the tension in Yuran's fleeting unnaturalness and caught sight of Bo Yan behind her, cracking a slight smile, "Looks pretty handsome, doesn't he?"
Yuran couldn't deny the truth even if her conscience urged her to; she nodded in agreement, "Very handsome."
"Back in France, Aunt Wan and Uncle Che were just like that, in love every single day."
