Lu Jun looked her up and down.
She wore a simple pair of jeans, though they were capri, revealing her fair ankles, coupled with canvas shoes, and a white short-sleeved shirt.
A very ordinary outfit, with her long hair tied up in a ponytail.
She seemed afraid to make contact with Lu Jun, awkwardly and bashfully raising a hand to cover her face.
Lu Jun smiled slightly: "Did someone send you here?"
Meng Tianrui raised her head in surprise, meeting his knowing gaze, and quickly looked down again: "I want to go back."
"Your sister sent you to approach me, but you're unwilling; the driver brought you here, you timidly want to leave, yet I still saw you. I chased after you, and you ran. Some things you can't control, but you still don't want to go against your own heart."
As Lu Jun spoke, he observed her reaction carefully.
This girl is ten years younger than him.
Yesterday, Song Zhen asked him if he liked her, and this question popped into his mind.
Ten years!
