Lu Fengxuan caught a glimpse of Gu Xiao entering the house, she gently struggled with her little hand, "All right, let's go back too."
The man's grip on her hand loosened, and she stepped forward, only to stop quietly the next second.
She looked down, her gaze lingering for a moment on his crossing hands, then Lu Fengxuan looked up at him.
"The moonlight is beautiful tonight."
Yu Chiyin didn't look at her but looked up at the crescent moon in the night sky, his dark eyes shining, his long fingers tightly interlocking with hers.
From the angle Lu Fengxuan looked up at him, she was instantly captivated by the superior lines of his profile.
Delicate, smooth, like a perfect piece of art.
The silver moonlight fell on his face, like warm-glowing white jade, irresistibly inviting one's touch.
But she couldn't bear to break the image, so she watched quietly, with a quiet gaze.
He was looking at the moon; she was watching him.
