Qiao Mo went back and forth picking shoes for a long time and finally settled on a pair.
Fu Nancheng remained silent, watching her busy figure with a touch of gentleness in his gaze and a slight smile at the corner of his lips.
"Alright, go try them on."
Fu Nancheng glanced at her and then turned to walk into the fitting room.
Qiao Mo sat on the sofa waiting, though feeling a bit unwilling at heart.
Why did she end up choosing clothes for him when she'd intended to avoid seeing him by leaving for school early?
Whenever she thought of that day's event, Qiao Mo's eyes darkened a little.
But before she could ponder further, the fitting room door swung open.
Fu Nancheng stepped out wearing a white shirt, buttoning the cuff with one hand, collar slightly open, his eyes clear as if he walked out of a painting.
Qiao Mo was momentarily lost gazing at him, standing up involuntarily.
He came to her, seemingly waiting for a comment.
