Ou Jingfeng's eyes reddened, filled with profound apology and emotion. She walked to the car, looking at Chen Jingbo, gazing at his sharply defined features, so dazzling in the clear morning light.
She knew.
This was the man.
She wanted this man.
There was no one better than this man.
What she wanted was not sweet words but silent protection.
Just one moment was enough to move someone to tears.
Chen Jingbo seemed to sense something. His brows furrowed as he opened his eyes, seeing the girl in a white nightgown standing beside the car door, red-eyed, looking at him.
He was startled, smiled, and said, "Good morning."
"You didn't leave," she asked.
"Yes, I didn't expect you to wake up so early. I planned to leave at half-past six, but you were up by six," he said.
Ou Jingfeng's eyes turned even redder: "Come inside, I'll make you breakfast."
He smiled and said, "I have things to do, I need to go back."
