Her face was small, with extraordinarily delicate features. Her eyelashes were particularly long, and under the flickering firelight, she looked even more stunning.
Gong Juechen's peach blossom eyes lingered on Ye Zhi for a long moment before his gaze softened with indulgence, a bitter smile crossing his lips: "Zhizhi, if you keep scaring me like this, I might really be frightened to death by you."
After a while.
Gong Juechen finally muttered in a low voice, "If I were to die, you'd probably be very sad, wouldn't you?"
Those words seemed confident, but in truth, he wasn't entirely certain in his heart.
His Zhizhi still didn't want to marry him; she probably hadn't fallen for him yet. Sigh...
