Jiang Yu forced a smile, "Bro, I'm not nervous."
Jiang Cheng smiled faintly; when he didn't smile, there was a touch of abstinence in his demeanor, but when he did smile, there was a somewhat enchanting vibe.
Was he unaware of whether she was nervous or not?
But in the end, Jiang Cheng said nothing and drove away.
Jiang Yu stared blankly into the distance.
That night, the night was cool as water, the cold moonlight climbed up the treetops, and the silvery moonlight shone through the large glass window, like a mischievous child sprinkling silver sand all over the ground, then quietly climbing onto the bed.
A person lay sleeping on the bed, with deep-set features, a defined profile, and a furrowed brow — this was clearly the Jiang Cheng seen during the day.
In the deep of night, tranquility flowed like water.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng sat up, flung off the blanket, took a cigarette from the desk, lit it directly, and walked to the balcony, starting to smoke.
