In front of her, the elevator door was bright as a mirror, and the glossy ceramic tiles next to it seemed to be able to reflect her large eyes as she stole glances at him.
Whether he saw it or not, he could guess the complex emotions swirling in her eyes.
Her feelings must be so conflicted, so difficult.
Actually, it was nothing. He wanted to tell her that he wouldn't mind; he would only be concerned.
Cao Yong's brows furrowed deeply, his palms clenched as he quickly turned his head, pretending he had seen her.
Hey? Where is she?
The speed at which he turned his head was no match for her quick reflexes.
Almost forgotten, Junior Sister's observation skills for people were exceptional. She probably noticed the first sign of his head turning and had quickly ducked behind the pillar, not waiting for the moment he pretended to see her.
With a ding, the elevator door opened.
"Aren't you going in?" The people behind urged him to move forward.
