Xia Siyu held the frosty bottle of mineral water, nodding calmly, "Yes, this apartment is very close to Huanxia, and although the rooms are small, they feel cozy."
She had been raised in luxury, and money and property were never things she lacked.
Yet this apartment was the place she had lived the longest.
Because the small space diluted the loneliness of longing.
Yun Lih leaned against the sofa, catching the embarrassed look on her face, his palm instinctively landing on top of her head, "So sentimental, truly a little girl."
She appeared mature and experienced in the business world but was actually quite fragile inside.
Though Yun Lih was slow to warm and straightforward, he had always been sharp at reading people.
Suddenly, Xia Siyu heard Yun Lih's remark, and her heart fluttered inexplicably.
She bit her tongue and looked at Yun Lih, her heartbeat quickening.
— Truly a little girl.
It seemed she could hear a sense of indulgence and tenderness in those words.
