Xie Xun had already noticed Shen Hua approaching much earlier.
He stood there, waiting for the girl to come closer.
Soon, he noticed something.
It was her deliberately conspicuous step shake. The girl had excellent posture; even when she walked swiftly, the step shake in her hair only trembled slightly.
Xie Xun understood what it meant for Shen Hua to wear that at this moment; the smile in his eyes seemed like it could spill over, followed by a soft glow in his eyes.
The girl stood still before him, her delicate porcelain-white face cold, waiting for Xie Xun to speak first.
He did not.
So, she began to turn in circles.
One round, nothing.
Two rounds, still nothing.
Three rounds, and Xie Xun actually laughed again!
Shen Hua straightened her lips.
She stomped back angrily.
Just then, Cui Rong came running over, grabbed Shen Hua's hand, and stopped her, raising her head high.
"Why are you running around like that!"
