The Eyes Filled with Deep Affection

The familiar voice made Cynthia Shannon's eyes show a hint of surprise, followed by a trace of a smile. "I thought..."

"You thought I wouldn't come?!" As the huge bouquet of roses fell, Tristan's handsome face was revealed.

The soft corridor lights illuminated his well-defined face, making his delicate and profound features more three-dimensional. His dark eyes reflected a faint light, like scattered starlight, evoking a sense of longing.

He looked at the woman in front of him, a smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of his eyes. "I thought this bouquet of flowers was destined to wither."

"Are you complaining that I came late?" Cynthia raised her hand and brushed her hair, her raised eyebrows and eyes carrying a faint smile.

Tristan pursed his lips, and deep affection merged in the depths of his pupils. "The timing is perfect, the moonlight is perfect, and you appeared just right. Everything is just right."