Xiao Han was intensely serious; he furrowed his brow, sometimes pondering, sometimes swinging his arms as if he were walking at a brisk pace.
A serious man is the most handsome, a thinking man the most charming.
Liu Yiyi was also a girl who had never been in love because she was afraid. Suffering from a terminal illness, she dared not entertain the idea of love. She only hoped to leave this world quietly, to depart from this bustling world.
Today, she saw Xiao Han, so enchanting, so charismatic, and in that moment, she felt as if she had been submerged in it. Her eyes ceased to follow the painting board and instead, stared intently at Xiao Han's face, his eyes.