"Sure."
Ji Anning nodded, her attention drawn to the violin music nearby.
The violinist's movements were as graceful as the music he played, and Ji Anning watched in rapt attention.
With her hands supporting her cheeks, a casual smile played at the corners of her eyes and lips, surpassing a ten-mile spring breeze, like a bud ready to bloom.
Qi Helian quietly put down his mobile phone and mimicked Ji Anning's pose, with hands supporting his cheeks, gazing at her tenderly.
He couldn't quite pinpoint what was so good about her, but watching her was comforting.
If he really had to describe the feeling, he would say it was purer than a spring, more elfin than an elf, brighter than the sunlight.
Perhaps it was because of the sinister nature of his circle. Those people, even just sitting with him for a meal, might harbor ulterior motives; every approach had an agenda.
