What came into view was still his sharply defined face, like a masterpiece crafted by the gods.
Looking closely, one could see a faint trace of fatigue on that face.
His slightly disheveled bangs, the faint shadows under his eyes, and the stubble just emerging on his chin.
This man always kept himself well-groomed, presenting an image of elegance and sophistication in public.
Though she had experienced waking up in bed with him, she had only ever seen his radiant face, never this tired and somewhat unkempt look?!
It seemed these past few days had really worn him out.
She imagined that he was busy handling company matters while caring for her.
Song Yinyin's heart tightened slightly, hurting a little, yet for his sake; undeniably, a warmth surged within her.
She gently blinked her eyes, then glanced back at the door to see there was no one else. A faint smile appeared on her lips.
The next moment, she bent down and lightly kissed Lu Jihan's forehead.
