The evening was cool and soft. Lin Banxia returned to the hotel and took out the special gift she had bought for Huo Yanting from the box.
She had picked a color that she thought suited his taste. Judging from her impressions, he would probably like it.
Just as she was lost in her own assumptions, the door to the room suddenly swung open. Huo Yanting, who had just finished his work for the day, stood tall and straight at the doorway.
Working this late, his handsome face carried traces of fatigue, yet somehow still exuded an air of relaxed charm.
When he noticed the small figure sitting on the sofa, Huo Yanting felt as if all his exhaustion had dissipated in that instant.
He strode over on his long, straight legs and stopped in front of the girl, looking down at her from above.
"What are you hiding behind your back?" He questioned her playfully, his tone tinged with mischief, after noticing the little hand she had hastily tucked behind her.
