Until the afterglow of the sunset streamed through the window onto the bed, Lin Xinyue finally finished all her tasks.
"Ha~~~ Finally done!"
After sending the draft contract to the Honey Jar Ice City's contact person, she closed her laptop screen, put the computer away in the drawer, and then exhaled a long murky breath and stretched luxuriously.
Turning her face toward the window to view the sunset outside, the soft afterglow, akin to gentle flames, caressed her face, as if painting a thin blush on her cheeks.
Gu Yu had just put down his phone and looked up to see Lin Xinyue's profile.
An unintentional glance, strikingly ethereal, it suddenly reminded him of a description in chapter sixty-eight of The Dream of the Red Chamber:
Charming as the peach of three springs, pure as the chrysanthemum of nine autumns.
He hurriedly picked up his phone and "click," captured the moment.
