"Xiaye."
By the floor-to-ceiling window, the man turned to look at her, his gaze imbued with a gentle and deep affection, captivating one's senses.
The dark bathrobe highlighted his broad shoulders and narrow waist, a simple style that exuded an air of elegance on him, as if the garment had been intricately tailored and custom-made by a designer.
Yan Xiaye felt a stirring within her heart, a faint smile involuntarily appearing on her tear-stained little face.
Although the smile disappeared in an instant, Li Yuntang was very aware that, at this moment for Yan Xiaye, this smile was already something precious, enough to satisfy him.
His deep black eyes scrutinized the slender silhouette of the woman; he walked up to her with a sense of tenderness, without saying a word, and lifted Yan Xiaye horizontally into his arms.
This sudden gesture made Yan Xiaye widen her eyes slightly, her bewildered expression unintentionally alluring.
