Zhou Junlin's face was weathered, a clear sign he had traveled through the night without rest. Still, it couldn't hide his handsome, elegant, and aloof disposition. When those star-like eyes gazed over, it was like being powerfully drawn in by an invisible force...
'What's even more amazing is that after the male lead appeared, the halo above the female lead's head grew even brighter!'
'Standing together, even a blind man would have to admit: what a perfect couple!'
This turn of events, driving the plot forward, gave Song Lianhe another sudden realization.
'With the protagonist's halo in play, things were about to get intense, just as I'd figured.'
Zhou Junlin walked over and helped Song Xilan up just as she was about to curtsy. His cold eyes shifted to Song Lianhe. "What are you trying to pull now?"
He spoke like a husband at his wits' end, questioning his detested, frumpy wife with a mixture of exasperation and disgust.
