The sun bathed Gu Qingxin's face in a sacred glow, giving her an air of purity and sanctity. As refreshing as a serene flower blooming in the night, she was reminiscent of a pure and flawless angel. An innate grace and beauty radiated from her, coupled with an undertone of naive vibrancy.
The moment she appeared, everything else seemed to fade away. In Rong Qianchen's eyes, there was only the delicate figure of her.
Rong Qianchen had already stood up, but in the end, he sat back down. He knew that Gu Qingxin was doing well now and that he did not want to disturb her, let alone add any pressure to her life.
He had made an appointment with her, and she consented to meet. That alone was enough to satisfy him.
Gu Qingxin, accompanied by Xiao Yi, walked into the coffee shop. As she saw him, she gently pursed her lips into a faint smile directed towards Rong Qianchen.
Rong Qianchen also greeted her with a smile and rose from his seat, waiting for her to come over.
