170 A glance of ten thousand years Princess and maid_4

She hardly dared to look straight into those eyes, and murmured with downcast gaze, "I'm a bit thirsty, going to get some water."

With those words, she quickly ran into the bathroom.

Ning Qinghuan murmured, "Why is she acting so jittery."

Ning Zihuan sat on the sofa on the balcony, flipping through a financial magazine, but his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Looking up at the moon in the sky, he supported his cheek with one hand and sighed.

Suddenly, he thought back to a time long, long ago, to those most difficult and desperate days, when he had become numb. It was the sudden arrival of that girl, like the sun, that lit up his gloomy world.

He would always remember the warmth of her palm, her bright and warm eyes, and the curve of her smile when she called his name.

Since then, she had taken root in the depths of his heart like a seed – slowly growing, sprouting, until it became a towering tree, dense and all-encompassing, blotting out the sky.