She knew he could definitely handle it, just a visa.
The sunlight at noon in winter, as brilliant as gold, was exceptionally precious, showering on the girl's body, making her black hair seem as if it had been coated with a layer of gold, and her fair and beautiful little face looked even more delicate and tender.
Simple, pure, clean, and so on—all the adjectives Qi Helian could think of crossed his mind, but not a single one was sufficient to describe Ji Anning in his eyes at that moment.
Never had a person made him feel that just watching her was so wonderful.
Qi Helian rested his hand on his chin, his narrow eyes meeting the sunlight, too dazzling to keep open, squinting slightly, lazy and hazy, with the corners of his lips turned up, charming yet retaining a heroic air.
Seeing him like this, Anning couldn't help but think no wonder Uncle called him a beauty, what was a big man doing looking this good.
