After calling out, she regretted it and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
In the moonlight as gentle as water, she heard his cool and indifferent voice: "You're overthinking it, Zhuang Heng is not that kind of person."
The small flame she had just suppressed in her heart suddenly flared up again. She lifted her head and looked at him angrily: "How do you know what kind of person she is?! She's two-faced, not a good person!"
The moonlight remained like water, serene and hazy. Her cheeks, tinted with a thin layer of rosy color from anger, resembled the delicate juice of a flower.
