She glanced at me, really took a glance.
Her smile was so beautiful. How wonderful it would be if I could speak to her just once?
I didn't even consider the fact that she was already a mother, after all, she still dressed like a maiden.
Ye Hang sat by the second-floor window, and had laid eyes on her the moment Xie Zhinuan appeared.
He had never thought that the owner of the boat would be such a beautiful maiden. He considered himself handsome, but when he saw Xie Zhinuan, he still felt a twinge of shame.
And a bit of a desire to hide away.
He was a specter living in the darkest places, specializing in murder and smuggling, unconcerned with morality, only caring about earning silver.
And this maiden, with her truly tender smile and warm gaze, was exactly what people like him longed for yet could never reach.
He slowly stood up, then slowly sat back down, and when Xie Zhinuan's gaze swept his way, he pretended to take a sip from his teacup.