When Nan Wan returned outside the restaurant to pick up the high heels she had kicked off, she found that the man was still standing in place, with the cigarette between his fingers almost burnt out. Its flickering light was like fireflies in the summer night grass.
Tall and upright, his whole demeanor exuded an air of noble indifference.
His eyes were deep and sharp, carrying a peculiar allure. It seemed that if you locked gazes with him for just a few seconds longer, you would uncontrollably sink into them...
Nan Wan watched him extinguish the cigarette stub, and step by step he languidly approached her.
Mu Jin Huan's deep eyes were calm and unemotional, his voice low and magnetic, "The first time someone acts foolishly, it's innocence. The second time, it's stupidity."
Such reckless pursuit, was it a genuine act or a premeditated intention...
Nan Wan felt rather puzzled. The seriousness of his tone seemed a bit excessive given their relationship.
