Tears shimmered in her eyes, as she stood quietly in front of the wooden, semicircular window, like a breath held under raging waves.
Jiang Yingyu smiled at her in the garden.
She lowered her eyes, reaching out to touch the mist, like those elegant and serene roses in the garden, and she too was one of them, just a more silent bloom.
Her thoughts were not as easy to understand as they had been back home, they required guessing, for she had completely turned from an extrovert into an introvert.
Jiang Yingyu wasn't sure if she had always been tranquil, but he was certain of his own heart.
Whatever she was like, he wanted to be by her side.
Yet he also didn't know if Yun Yuwan now favored him.
Because he was so sincere, his yes was yes, and his no, no. To see a hundred percent sincerity was to see a hundred percent sincerity.
After Wen Yangzhi finished that phone call and turned around, he discovered Yun Yuwan had vanished, so he immediately chased after her.