She called out several times in a row.
He seemed not to have heard, still standing upright, his long eyes gazing into the distance, like a petrified statue.
Crystal raindrops fell from his hair, onto his prominent nose, then traced along cherry blossom-like lips to his defined chin.
He was clearly standing right in front of her, yet she still felt he was a thousand miles away.
The inner world of this man was an unfathomable abyss; she couldn't see or touch it.
He loved to laugh, his smile both sexy and devilishly charming.
However, she also knew well that behind such a smile lay his complex thoughts; he was not a man who showed his emotions, she never knew what he was thinking.
Upon their first meeting, she had been deeply enchanted by his smile.
In fact, she also came from a good family background, had relatives who doted on her since childhood, and a bunch of suitors.
But she only wanted him.
Even as his mistress, she felt very content and happy.
