Shen Yuan once again skillfully picked up the pure white cotton sock that belonged to Li Zhi. His movements were even gentler and more careful than before.
His slender fingers stretched open the soft cuff. He steadily and meticulously slid the sock over the tip of her foot, then her instep, finally settling the cuff snugly over her slender ankle.
As Shen Yuan carefully adjusted the sock's cuff, Li Zhi's gaze was fixed intently on his hands.
The young woman lowered her lashes. Her gaze slowly lifted, traveling past Shen Yuan's bowed head and his gentle hands until—filled with complex emotion, it landed squarely on his eyes.
Just then, Shen Yuan finished the last step, his fingertips habitually smoothing a nearly nonexistent crease on the side of her ankle.
He then looked up.
Their gazes locked in the silent air.
The moment Shen Yuan looked up, Li Zhi's face was clearly reflected in his eyes.
