He seemed to have thousands of questions he wanted to ask, but once he started speaking, only this sentence remained.
Jin Zhu lowered her head, her eyebrows and eyes drooping, and spoke softly and gently, "I'm doing quite well, how about you?"
She slowly lifted her gaze, looking at him.
Sang Nian watched her, a light smile playing on his lips, "I'm very good, it's just..."
"Hmm? Just what?"
She looked at him, puzzled, and asked.
But Sang Nian didn't speak again, instead pursing his pale pink lips, looking at her, the gaze of the young man becoming bit by bit deeper.
Inside it seemed to be entwined with too much longing, and deep affection for her.
Perhaps because he was too young and impetuous, he didn't know how to hide his emotions.
Jin Zhu felt somewhat embarrassed under his excessively intense gaze, and she slightly averted her eyes, but at that moment, she saw his hand reaching out.
The palm was open, and in his palm was a neatly wrapped small gift.
