Xiao Han's eyes also took on a complex hue.
"Zi Han," Xiao Han suddenly called out.
"Huh?" Chen Zihan looked at Xiao Han with a surprised face and asked, "Do you... do you not understand something?"
Chen Zihan's dazed and adorable face, along with those clear eyes. Her slender fingers gently played with the fine hair on her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. She blinked those black eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of playfulness, a hint of excitement, and a hint of surprise.
"I..." Xiao Han's face broke into a smile and he said, "Thank you for your notes, I really need them!"
"Really?" Chen Zihan was even more delighted when she heard this and said excitedly, "I'm so glad they could be of use to you."
For Chen Zihan, it was naturally her hope and desire that her writings could help Xiao Han. Chen Zihan's smile was beautiful like a warm spring breeze, or like a flower blooming in a quiet mountain valley. So beautiful, so enchanting.