"Huang Qingtian, do you know? Just now, you were like a hero of our people."
As they entered the dark vestibule, Mu Keren was still savoring the way people had looked at Huang Qingtian earlier when he had used a snowplow to clear the snow from the road so that cars could pass.
At that time, Huang Qingtian was like a shining body, causing everyone to unconsciously roll down their windows and salute him with their eyes.
"A hero of our people? Silly girl, do you wish I were a hero of our people?"
After taking off his cotton slippers, Huang Qingtian stood before Mu Keren.
At that moment, his tall figure had the capital to make her heart skip a beat.
More importantly, those gray-green eyes of his were filled with deep affection, longing, and something Mu Keren couldn't understand—a kind of careful caution.
This version of Huang Qingtian, with eyes as profound as the ocean at night, where you couldn't see the bottom or touch the horizon, was fatally attractive to her.
