In the morning light, Yeh Cangqiong's deep gaze held an unfathomable depth, his handsome face shrouded in a faint golden glow. He was so close to her, yet seemed so far away.
She reached out to touch his cheek, but finally, her hands slowly dropped back down.
"I understand now. Go ahead, focus on your work!"
There were plenty of retorts she could make, but she chose not to say a word.
"Are you sure you'll be fine?"
"Yes, I understand what you mean. This is the price of growth, isn't it? Like Princess Diana back then, surrounded by endless rumors. I get it. Go, focus on your work!"
She had no choice but to force herself to muster some cheer. His lips curved faintly, his fingers lightly swept across her forehead, brushing her scattered bangs. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
Only then did he get up...
Her gaze followed his retreating silhouette.
After Xia Xixi entered, she threw a stack of newspapers heavily onto the sofa.
