The black and blue softened his overall look, making him seem less dominant and icy, and more gentle.
In a daze, Ye Jiuliang seemed to recall the scene from his childhood when he returned home after completing his tasks.
Back then, he also preferred simple attire, saying those suits were too stiff and old-fashioned.
Even with his memory loss, some habits had evidently etched themselves into his bones.
Being stared at incessantly, even Ye Yuan found it hard to remain composed.
He couldn't help but wonder if there was something dirty on his face. Otherwise, why would she keep staring at him?
"Hungry? Shall we order first?" Ye Yuan picked up the menu and handed it to her, softening his voice, trying to appear more tender.
Ye Jiuliang shifted her gaze away, took the menu without looking, and handed it straight to Li Mochan. He knew her tastes better than she did.
"Why didn't Mo Chen come out with you?" After sitting for so long, she finally spoke.
