Qiao Qiao looked at Qin Shaonan.
Since that day, she had moved out of the Qin Family, and the two of them had no more intersections!
This time upon returning, from their first meeting until now, it was the first time he spoke to her with such a calm tone. Although it lacked warmth, it wasn't cold. Hearing it made her heart throb, throb to the point of no return.
Qin Shaonan stood at the head of Qiao Qiao's bed, looking down at her, his gaze meeting hers.
Most of the time, her eyes seemed veiled, making it hard to see through, hard to understand. Only at this moment were they clear, penetrating to the depths.
So clean, so pure, without a trace of impurity, like immersed in water, a pair of bright black eyes almost transparent, like two mysterious morning stars, carrying a magnetism that tightly captured his gaze.
Qiao Qiao smiled at Qin Shaonan, closed her eyes, and reached up to pull the quilt.
