After finishing all of this, he quietly sat on the stool, staring at the bed across from him as if he were daydreaming.
The moment the door opened, he straightened up and sat upright, like a tightly drawn string.
His nostrils were filled with the scent of soap mixed with flowers, just like the fragrance of the whole room: fresh and rich.
Jiang Lai glanced at him.
"Are you planning to sit like this all night?"
Today Ayuan was wearing a remarkably clean set of new clothes, and his hair was neatly trimmed.
Before, he'd always had long hair, somewhat messy, making it hard to see his face clearly.
Jiang Lai thought it was his personality and didn't ask.
Unexpectedly, today he actually cut his hair, revealing an unobstructed face under the light, with clear and defined features.
His brow ridge was very high, his eyebrows thick, and below them, his deep eyes made those pupils seem like a deep green pond.
