Luoz fixed his gaze on her, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes, then he opened his mouth and said, "Very beautiful."
"Thank you." Zhang Yuan smiled shyly.
The atmosphere between the two became somewhat stiff again, speechless in mutual silence.
Lowering her gaze, she went upstairs, closing the door behind her. Zhang Yuan lowered her head powerlessly, her hands hanging by her sides slowly clenching into fists.
A pair of hands suddenly embraced her body, Zhang Yuan froze slightly, her hands gradually loosened, lifted slightly, but then slowly dropped down again, standing still, only the eyes unseen by the person behind were filled with sorrow.
"Ayuan." He called her softly, gentle like water.
However, the same gentleness could no longer penetrate Zhang Yuan's erected protective shield.
