Chen Likai's deep black eyes were filled with absolute seriousness and warmth. He gazed into Yuan Xiaoxiao's shimmering eyes, his sharp peripheral vision catching the tremor in the strap of her shoulder bag held tightly by her small hands—a sign of helplessness. He knew the young woman had taken his words to heart. Then, he spoke, word by word, with utmost clarity and conviction, his voice brimming with deep love.
The man's towering frame, illuminated by the moonlight at night, cast a massive shadow. Even his shadow seemed attractive. Chen Likai's shadow intertwined faintly with the shadow of the young woman, his stature enveloping her delicate figure entirely, creating an intimate image resembling lovers locked in an earnest embrace.
"Xiaoxiao, get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, I'll pick you up after work, and I'll wait for you to make your decision. I love you. As long as you've decided, I'll handle everything."
