The man's hands were white and slender, his fingertips like jade, sliding along Lin Zhiyi's wrist and into her palm, clutching her five fingers.
He gently exerted pressure, drawing her into his embrace.
Lin Zhiyi was startled and slowly lifted her eyes, the man was close at hand, bending over to gaze intently at her.
It was Gong Chen.
His eyes were as deep as the night sky, with stars sprinkled across the limitless expanse.
They were fearsome yet drew one in.
Under his stare, her heart was tightly clenched, and the soft, mushy voice of her daughter echoed in her ears.
"Mama, why is my name Xingxing?"
"Because your eyes are as beautiful as a starry sky."
Like your father.
During the silent and prolonged eye contact, her vision began to blur.
Not wanting anyone to see her vulnerability, she quickly avoided Gong Chen's gaze and lowered her eyes.
The next second, a man's jacket was draped over her head, covering most of her face.