She called out several times in succession.
He seemed not to hear a thing, still standing upright, his long eyes gazing into the distance, like a petrified statue.
Crystal raindrops cascading from his hair tips, dropping onto his sharp nose, then tracing along his cherry blossom lips to his defined chin.
Although he stood right in front of her, she still felt like he was miles away.
This man's inner world resembled an unfathomable abyss, neither visible nor tangible to her.
He loved to smile, and his smile was both alluring and sly.
Yet she understood well that underneath such a smile were his complex thoughts; he wasn't a man who wore his emotions on his sleeves, she never knew what he was thinking.
When they first met, she was deeply captivated by his smile.
In fact, she also had a good family background, had family members who pampered her since childhood, and had a bunch of admirers.
But she just had to have him.
