Poised and graceful, at thirty years old she still exudes a girlish charm.
The man's large hand on her lower back loosened its grip, the warmth and dryness of his palm covering Nan Wan's hand on her lap, holding tight, then letting go.
Nan Wan turned her head, meeting the man's deep gaze, the coldness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by the calm she knew well.
Except for those dark eyes, which were deeper than usual, nothing else seemed amiss.
She turned her head, looking directly at that bright and beautiful face, her gaze clear and serene.
Wen Wan smiled gently, "Hello, Miss Yu."
Nan Huaiyu sat on the sofa with Yu Qinglu, lazily crossing his legs, his long, narrow eyes glinting with a casual smile.
"Dad, it seems Mom isn't feeling well, why don't you go upstairs to check on her, and I'll entertain our guests for you."
Although the words were directed at Nan Chengzhi, his eyes were on the woman in his arms, his long fingers playing with a strand of her hair.
