Li Fang sat next to him, looking up at his well-defined profile.
Wen Nan's bangs were a bit long, the soft ends falling down, half covering his eyes. The flickering images on the screen cast vibrant colors in his gaze, making his eyes appear even more filled with deep affection.
When the lyrics sang "Who can claim Mount Fuji through love", his thick eyelashes drooped, seemingly inadvertently glancing at the girl beside him.
Li Fang had been quietly watching him, lost in the moment. Their gazes unexpectedly collided, causing her breath to catch, her heart to race faster, and her cheeks to burn hot. Her slightly trembling hand couldn't help but quietly extend towards the sofa, wanting to gently touch the hand casually placed there.
Just as their fingers were about to touch on the sofa, Zhao Wanting's voice suddenly rang out from the other side, scaring Li Fang into hurriedly withdrawing her hand, placing it properly on her lap, her head bowed, not daring to glance at him again.
