What does it feel like to be looked at with admiration by your crush?
Even though Pei Yicheng has read so many books, he's still at a loss for words to describe it. It's as if, in this moment, there's only Xu Nianhua before his eyes, only those black eyes brimming with worship.
Happy, blissful, proud, and filled with a sense of accomplishment.
"Aren't you afraid that others won't like my designs?" Pei Yicheng couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling up.
One smile to topple a city, another to topple a nation.
Xu Nianhua thought that these words didn't just apply to women—when it came to Pei Yicheng, they fit just as well.
Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.
She couldn't help but stare at him in a daze. His features were already stunning, but because he rarely smiled, he usually seemed a bit cold and hard to approach. Yet when he did smile, it was like a spring breeze brushing by, as if everything around them was just background scenery accentuating him.
