"Ranran, you're awake!"
With a smile in his eyebrows, Mo Xiuchen walked towards her in a steady stride. As soon as she appeared at the staircase, he knew it.
His profound gaze fell on her fair cheeks, when he looked into her astonished and slightly panicked eyes, a trace of unusual emotion flashed deep in his eyes, and a faint smile emerged on his handsome and perfect face.
Wen Ran bit her lip and tightly clutched the strap of her bag.
She didn't expect that Mo Xiuchen would not have left.
"Ranran, come down."
Mo Xiuchen, tall and upright, stood at the staircase, looked up at her with a handsome face, apparently oblivious to the bag in her hand, his dark eyes were full of tenderness.
Wen Ran took a deep breath and, step by step, descended towards him.